Lesbian Space Goddess

It has been some time since the great god of destruction, Herobrine, had been ousted from his heavenly throne by his brother, Notch. How was it his fault that he could not be bothered to protect every single human or plant or animal, he could not create like his brother he was better at destruction, so why was he put onto a defensive position when he is better at offence. That is why he spent most of his time in the nether, the land of perpetual destruction and rebuilding. 

His presence had inspired the start to a piglin cult who would make sacrifices to him, anything from hides and materials to blood sacrifices. In return, Herobrine would offer protection under him and help them obtain resources when their supplies dwindle.

Every now and again the cult would offer him a human sacrifice, it was always some random person who made the mistake of wandering into the nether and then had the greater misfortune of running into the cult.

This time seemed to be no different. Herobrine sat upon a throne made of gold overlooking a large fire which the human sacrifices were thrown into after they had passed. The fire was surrounded by the priest piglins and butchers. They all turned their attention down the long hallway of the sacrificial room where piglin hunters came in, the large group was followed by four others carrying a new human sacrifice in a palanquin. 

They walked until they were only feet from the fire and lowered the palanquin, dragging out their sacrifice, you, to show their god so he may decide your fate. Herobrine watched as they brought you out, your hands bound behind you and gagged. They forced you in front of the fire and kicked you to your knees. They grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up to their god.

Herobrine met eyes with you, he could see the fear in your eyes and the tears that stained your cheeks. Chanting had started among the piglins as one of the butchers approached you. 

You had your head shoved onto the stone surrounding the fire.The stone was burning to the touch, prolonged exposure could lead to burn marks, maybe even melt your skin. 

You felt the pressure of the piglins hand dissipate as the piglin pulled away, allowing room for the butcher, who began to raise his axe, but just as he was about to swing, Herobrine raised his hand in the air ordering them to stop.  Herobrine made a gesture to the butcher and they backed away. The piglin who held your head down was now forcing you to stand and walk towards the throne. 

You were now facing the old god of destruction, in all his might and glory.

“Bow and submit yourself to me, sacrifice, and you may live out the rest of your days as my pet, tending to my desires.” 

Though scared, that wasn't the worst deal, sure beats being dead. With shaking legs, you dropped to your knees and bowed to him, praying that you were making the right decision.

A deep chuckle erupted from the god as he stood and said something in a language unfamiliar to you, causing all the piglins to leave. After a moment the room was empty, aside from you and him. You could hear small thuds. Looking up, you watched as Herobrine walked down the stairs. Instinctively you pivoted and pushed yourself away from him, backing yourself against the stone of the fire, which burnt your back. You looked back and quickly moved yourself away.

When you turned back he was less than a foot away. Behind the gag you gasped. He knelt down and grabbed your face, not with force to hurt you but with force to communicate that he wanted your undivided attention.

“My pet, you have no reason to fear me, you have submitted, remember? Now let me untie you so you may do my bidding.” 

The ropes around your wrists, the ropes so tight they would certainly leave bruises on you, were nothing to him as he easily snapped them off and untied your gag.

Rubbing your wrists you could feel his eyes on you. “Thank you..” you said in a hushed tone, voice too scared to speak up higher, tears still welling in your eyes. He put his hand under your chin gentley to raise it. 

“Look at me when you are speaking, pet. I will forgive you this once but I will punish you if you ever disobey me in the future.” His voice was soft, but demanding. He looked at you in such a way that made you feel…strange. How does one describe the feeling of a mere mortal looking into the eyes of a god?

He had commanded you to follow him and so you did, out of the very doors you were forced to, down some halls, and over a bridge which overlooked lava falls and beautiful warped and crimson forests. The view seemed to go on for as far as the eye could see and seemed oddly peaceful, for the nether that is. Herobrine had stopped when he did not hear your footsteps following him. Turning, he saw you looking over at the forests, he noticed a look in your eye, a look of wonder and amazement

“Pet” he calls out. You snap from your gaze and look at him, then begin to walk again behind him

The two of you reach a door guarded by two giant looking piglins with large, sharp looking axes. As the two of you get closer they move to open the door and then close it behind the both of you. The room you lead into looked like the inside of a mansion, with stairs leading to who knows where, decorative spores and nether plants, and tapestries hanging from the wall, you note that they look from a time far before you. 

Herobrine stops and claps his hands twice, for a moment you thought he was wanting you to do something but then you see two finley dressed piglins who come from either side of the stairs and walk down to greet their god with a bow. He speaks to them again, you figure that he is using a piglin language. Turning to you, he tells you that his followers will be taking care of you, with an ominous grin. You gulp, fearing for the worst.

The two had taken you aside to a large walk in closeted room filled with all types of clothing. One by one they hold up articles of clothing to you and wait. After figuring out they were waiting on your approval you had to figure ways to tell them no on a lot of the clothing. Some pieces had too much cloth, some had far…far too little, you didn't even know what you were dressing for, if it was for everyday you weren't going to be sweating to death, but if it was important you didn't want to be underdressed.

You tried to communicate with them but they couldn't understand you and vice versa. You had finally agreed on a small dress piece as you had spent so much time there that you just wanted to be out. The dress was shoulderless and reached right above your knees. It had a bow in the back to keep it from slipping off which was pulled just a little too tight by one of the piglins. 

They then guided you to a balcony, where Herobrine was waiting. He was in the process of pouring two glasses, presumably of wine. 

“My pet” he began, looking up to you before stopping to stare. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “You look beautiful.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it. 

‘Well this is a 180’ you thought to yourself. Just earlier you were almost being sacrificed to him and he seemed to be playing with you, now he's acting sweet? What gives?

“Uh, thank you” You look away, a light tint of blush grazes your cheeks. 

“Please, come, have a drink with me” he guided you to the glasses he was pouring, you noted that the table the glasses were on had a fine looking silk like cloth on it, and when you sat down the chairs were very comfortable. He hands you your glass and the two of you do a cheers. You take a sip and it doesn't taste bad, it also doesn't taste like any type of wine you have ever had. Noticing your confused look, Herobrine explains “It's nether wine, better tasting but not as potent, you can think of it closer to juice.” You nod.

“So uhm.” You begin, immediately grabbing his attention. “I have to say I'm confused on what's happening,I was hoping you could tell me what submitting to you means and the point of me wearing these fancy clothes.” You gesture to the dress.

He smiles and down his wine before setting down his glass. “By agreeing to submit to me, you have agreed to marry me, to be my spouse, my pet, my lover.” He goes one. “After being trapped here for so long, in a way, I find it boring to live alone and watch as this cult of mine  grows, repopulating. I wish to be accompanied by a beautiful companion, but never before had an opportunity.” He paused. “Until I saw you.”

He looks off of the balcony and down below, where a small piglin family plays and laughs below. 

“I understand these are not ... .ideal circumstances for you, however I can promise you a lavish life, protection, you will never go hungry, you will be at peace by my side. I promise you the most happiness I can give you, however I am no monster. I want that to be a choice of yours, though reconsidering your submission will lead you to be forced into the…other choice. Either way both are permanent commitments.”

Finishing off your own wine while he spoke, you took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Well, I don't want to die, and you seem nice enough, and I don't really have many other options in the overworld. I suppose I wouldn't mind being your spouse so long as you keep your promises.” You offer him a warm smile which he returns.

“Then it is settled, we shall be wed.” He grabs your hand tenderly and leads you to the bedroom. 

“What are we doing?” You ask, half heartedly knowing what was to come.

“To solidify this between us, we must mate and become one, do you oppose?” He raises a brow.

Blushing madly, practically having steam come out of your ears, you tell him “Oppose? What? No, no! I just didn’t know we would be doing this so soon!” 

He kisses your hand once more and guarantees he will be a suitable partner before grabbing your waist and tossing you onto the bed. Now on your back he climbs over you and lowers his face until his lips are connected to your own. His right arm begins to feel and explore you as your hands do the same to him.

Soon enough he is sliding you out of your clothing and sliding himself out of his. As you eye him you see his immaculate body, forget being a god, he was definitely crafted by them. You could really see how stunning he was, perhaps this isn't the worst idea. 

He moves closer and starts kissing down your body, his hand rubbing against your private areas as he kisses and sucks on your nipples, taking turns on each one. You are moaning his name and all he could do was smile through the pleasure he was giving you.

He rubbed up against your hole, slowly inserting his fingers until he could easily fit three. His digits went in and out of you, even curling at times. He was toying with you, edging you, and you weren't sure how much longer you could go before you burst. 

Just then he removed himself from your body. A small whine escaping your lips. He shushed you and assured you that there's more to come and boy howdy there was. You looked up to see him stroking himself, using your juices to lubricate his member.

Meeting his eyes he asked “Are you sure you would like to go through with this?”

You chuckled “We’ve come this far, why stop now?”

With that he inserted himself into you slowly. Moving in you at an unbearably slow pace before he started to pick up. By a few pumps he had begun plowing you into the bed, you were just barely moaning his name, which seemed to be the only thing you could muster up.

He rocked into you with such ferocity that he had you dumb and wanting more.

Your first climax was soon followed by your second, and by that time your third was coming up. For such a chiseled god, you would think he had no trouble getting his pick of the litter when it came to spouses, but by no means were you complaining.

Originally she was going to be a fox who, though the power of will and love for her little sister, went to find the Colossus star guardian dragon (My goddess character), becoming human and joined the destined one on his adventures in hopes that they could revive sun wukong and he could find the godddess.

But as I always do, I’m thinking about scraping that lore.

Instead, sticking with the fox theme, I was thinking that when the goddess was born, her uncle feared for her safety and didn’t want her to be alone, as she belonged to a family of physical, magical, and political power, so they grabbed a baby fox abandoned in the woods and granted it power. That fox became Tiānhuǒ. Not only did she serve as a friend to the goddess, but was also considered a sister and earned the role as her advisor.

As centuries past, she had witness the goddess go down to the mortal realm and be apart of a party traveling to the west, which she also briefly joined until she was able to convince her goddess to return back to heaven to complete her duties.

When sun wukong died, the goddess went missing. The first place Tiānhuǒ checked was a village the goddess and herself had looked after and grew, which is around the area of where she met the destined one and, to her dismay, the pig she had met all those years ago that she wished she would never see again. Originally she played the part of a warrior from that village looking for the goddess as the crops had began to wither and her people were plagued by sickness. She offered to help find the remaining bits of sun wukong, thinking that he would be the last person to know the goddesses whereabouts.

Her identity, which was “The immortal vixen Priestess” was revealed later on as a demon had outed her, being the only one to recognize her human disguise. Pigsy (bc I CANNOT remember his actual name and i am not looking it up bc reasons) wanted to kick her out of the small group with the argument of ‘you lied to us once, you’ll lie to us again’ which she fought with the fact that she IS a warrior who IS ‘from’ the village as that as where her starting point was, the crops in the village were withering and the people were sick, so she technically didn’t lie about anything.’ She also had a new relationship with the destined one whom she named Chén Yàn and her actually being an immortal fox wasn’t a deal breaker for him.

Now to describe interactions

Pigsty + Tiā= kinda a love/hate relationship. Like she talks down to him ad does not like him and is rude to him and him to her, but like, on the battle field that doesn’t matter, no matter what she looks out for her comrades, even if they ae annoying

Tiā + Yán= She was annoyed at first when he didn’t talk much and never really cared about that till one day he said something to her and she flipped her shīt like

“Oh my god, I thought you were mute and you were just ignoring me this whole time? I could have used your feedback so many times and you just stayed quiet?!”

I’m still working on how their relationship started but essentially after working side by side, back to back, with one another for so long and going through hell, she started t view him in a new light and it didn’t help that every time she felt sad, tired, hungry, thirsty, what have you, that he was there with everything she needed. She always tries to be logical and it didn’t help that her logical mind was telling her that all her needs are being met by this one man so she should marry him.

As for Yán, he sees how balanced she is, being able to be this polite, courtly, heavenly women, used to having power at her finger tips, but yet is not above calling a pig demon a bastard and getting into trouble. She isn’t afraid to speak up to anyone, and speaks to others with authority, even him. At times she has even spoken for him since, well selective mutism, and also in times where she feels he’s being disrespected.

But anyways this is them, enjoy! <3