Growing up Luffy never thought much about gods and devils or anything of the sort. Everyone seems to have their own opinion on if they were real and the particulars in regarding what features they’d have. She thought that, if anything, they would either be frightening, a creature you could not define or describe, or they might take on the very thing you love and adore. Perhaps their image would fall under a guise specifically catered to the devotee. This would likely make it easier to gain followers, right? She figures if you must pray and give the whole of your heart to something than it need be what is most beautiful to you, what holds the most significance in your life. She thinks this much and then lets it go. Beyond a theory, her days wile away without the ever evident weight of religion in mind that others seem to have. There never is a moment where she considers that any of these assumptions will be tested and then—
And then she meets Nika for the first time.
Mistful cloud hair, puffy and full of dance with every movement the woman makes. Her face structure is soft with plush cheeks and rounded eyes, eyelashes much longer than Luffy’s but still that same pretty snowflake white that colors her hair. They’re so similar and yet the differences are so striking it leaves Luffy stunned, back pushing against the headboard of her bed as Nika crawls closer between her legs. Closer and closer until their noses are almost touching and Luffy has started to sink a little. Then, she notes the most fantastical contrast between them, the eyes. Because Luffy’s are a simple and sweet chocolate brown, stolen right from the sugary chip of a cookie but Nika’s—Luffy gulps. They’re this swirling fresh blood red, practically glowing as they pierce into the human girl.
That gaze is almost horrifying, it feels unnatural and the owl-like look makes Luffy feel akin to prey. It sets this anxiety ridden nausea into the pits of her stomach but those bright irises command her attention so absolutely that she doesn’t even consider breaking eye contact for a second.
“So, what do you say?” What? Had they been talking about something? Ah, right. Before Luffy, is a goddess. She tries to wrack her mind on how this is possible, once again, never having expected any of her flippant theories to be challenged only for nothing of sense to stride up. If she puts the pieces together, her simple minded nature was clock in that red is her favorite color—is she supposed bow down to this omnipresence purely for being red-eyed? Well that’s just ridiculous.
She can accept the concept of being devoted to a favorite color but Monkey D. Luffy does not bow down to others, goddess or not.
Or so she thinks. But the hand that slips up her tummy has her feeling a little dizzy and the lips that brush across her own turn dizziness into an almost light-headed fever. A tremble trills through her thighs as Nika leans in enough that her hips graze Luffy’s skin. Just for a moment and then she’s pulling back with a hum.
“Your lips are a little dry, don’t you think?” Luffy can’t help the way her face flushes at the comment. She’s never been embarrassed over remarks like that before, normally the only reason she wears her chapstick is to simply run her tongue over her mouth through out the day. It serves as a way to stave her hunger until she can finally get a meal. Despite this, in the presence of such a beautiful woman, a goddess no less, a sense a shame washes over her. An emotion so unfamiliar to her that it kickstarts a drum within her chest.
“I- Uh. I have stuff for that!” She clumsily shouts it, unacquainted with having this much nerves. It takes some effort not to choke at the curious smile Nika gives her so she focuses instead on hastily reaching over to grab the moisturizer from her bedside table. Once she’s back in place it only takes a second of her scrambling to take the cap off before the stick is gently snatched away.
“Can I?” Nika asks with a grin, those glaring red pearls not really locked onto Luffy’s eyes anymore, seemingly having trailed lower. Luffy has to swallow, heart jolting, she does her best to steady it once more. Helpless is the attempt when Nika scoots closer, Luffy practically resting in her lap, legs just positioned to able to wrap around Nika in an instant. The goddess cups the girls face in one hand and begins to apply the chapstick with the other. It’s done in such a delicate way, as if Luffy wasn’t the kind of girl to roughhouse others and play in mud. Somehow, without being the immortal one in the room, she’s treated as something more precious than another fleeting life on this planet. How, she wonders, can she magnetize the care of a higher power like their roles were switched.
“There.” Nika leans back to admire her work and carelessly puts aside the little pink stick. Luffy, instinctively, licks her mouth; the strawberry Fanta flavor smears on her taste buds and a little smile beams on her face as she lets out a sound of delight. A giggle is heard and as she’s about to look to Nika again, she can barely register what’s happening and then another pair of lips presses to hers. Plush like the clouds of the woman’s hair, the chapstick gets messy as Nika sucks at Luffy’s bottom lip before diving in for a deeper kiss. It’s sort of sloppy but notably still gentle. And when Nika pulls away, that lightheadedness grows stronger with the shake of her body as she inhales.
“Mm, it does taste sweet, doesn’t it?” It’s said so casually, as though Luffy hasn’t been left breathless from one kiss. She has to wrack her mind for an answer, pursing her lips to stop any wobble. She nods furiously, words clambering up her throat.
“It’s my favorite! My favorite flavor but I like all kinds; I have a whole pack so-“ Suddenly, she’s cut off, Nika having started to nuzzle and flick a tongue over the girl’s ear lobe. It’s overwhelming but the whisper next to her practically pushes her over the edge of imploding.
“Not as sweet as you though, is it?” And really, she can only stammer. It feels all so new to be engaged with like this. Luffy has understood this was something so many others and of course her friends, have experienced but certainly never with a god. Different it has to be because the attention commanded and the humbleness that bursts through her is indescribable on it’s own. Her heart is throbbing almost painfully and she hasn’t a clue on how to control it or if it even can be controlled. None of it plays any key role in this scenario though since the moment Nika squishes their tits together, Luffy’s system seems to fry.
Their nipples mold to each other, Nika leaving sticky trails of smooches across Luffy’s cheeks, the strawberry smell lingers on her skin. Soft hands brush over Luffy’s torso to her hips and there’s a warm wet tongue on her jugular as Nika sinks just enough for their breasts to rub against the other. Heat begins to build so easily, the traveling fingers help to encourage it and Luffy gives a slight choked noise at feeling the tips at her clit. But Nika has no intention in stopping there, tracing a finger lower to swipe over budding slick.
“N-Nika…” She grips at the goddess’ shoulders, nails digging into her skin as a digit delicately massages her cunt. The juices pooling out as Nika paints over her labia and then pushes her finger in slowly.
“So desperate already? Oh, Luffy…” In a way, she feels like a creature, as strange as that might sound. Something for Nika to be fascinated by, for what does a human appear to be to someone with so much power and significance. Luffy has always thought of herself as a typical looking girl. Messy wavy hair and big brown eyes, her most unique trait being the scar on her face. In spite of this, Nika speaks to her with a bountiful bouquet of admiration. She’s elegant and dream like but she gazes upon Luffy as if Luffy were a precious gem to be studied. It’s sweet yet simultaneously intimidating. And this might be the last thing she should be thinking about while Nika’s working two fingers up her pussy but—
She looks up and their eyes meet, her breathe seizes, the weight of love so profound, so grand—catches her in a chokehold. She wants to know. As red burns into her like a branding and her body feels like it’s aflame, the desire spreading throughout her like an illness and one she’s not planning to get better from. It feels like her insides are melting, a moan escapes her as she drenches Nika’s phalanges, those fingers now pumping against her sticky walls. Maybe ‘creature’ or ‘gem’ weren’t as accurate as—
‘Peach.’
Nika glides her free hand up and just squeezes her breast, gripping it in a way that makes Luffy whimper and the red gets more enticing. She thinks of the red of apples, fruit from a forest where everything is freely existing. Places where rules don’t exist and no one drags you down and the taste of an apple is enough to bring you joy because you didn’t need anything else.
“Do you think gods can be specially made for people?” There’s depths to Nika that Luffy dreams for everyone, herself not excluded. If she pealed away the skin of this being, she knows she’d see it plain and clear. Somehow.
Nika pauses for a split second, then pushes her fingers as far up as they can go, petting Luffy from the inside, searching for something. It only serves to make Luffy squeak, scrunching her face at the stimulation. The consistent treatment hastens her breathing, she’s convinced Nika might get rougher.
Then everything stops.
Luffy peeps her eyes open again and is startled by the light pressure on the tip of her nose where Nika’s own seems to connect. Feathery, a warmth in her cheeks becomes aggressive, flooding like a tidal wave. The red of apples are filling her mind again. Apples, laughter, wind, grass.
“I was for you.” Luffy could swear a thin film of tears glazes her irises, sternum collapsing and the shards of bone rupturing her heart.
“You’re mine?” It comes out in a rasp. Small and for a world that sits on her bed and takes home inside of her.
“I always will be.”