Reincarnated as the Only Human

Reincantra PoV

Letting out a long, rather dramatic sigh, I closed the book I had been reading and tossed it onto the bed, cursing myself just a little bit; the one thing that people don’t tell you - or tell one another - about being a Goddess of a specific domain is how you can rarely learn something new about said domain.

For me that meant there was no story I was unaware of, no book or scroll or any other kind of media that I hadn’t had directly injected into my very being, and as such I was left with an impossible craving.

I wanted to be entertained by something NEW, something I had never seen before and something that could lead me on slowly, building up a fascinating conglomerate of ideas, characters, events and more before reaching any and all sorts of climaxes be they big or small.

I just couldn’t ever get that feeling because life itself is a story, and as the Goddess of Stories I was stuck in a limbo where I could recall anything that had happened... ever; I just needed to think about it and I could find practically everything that led up to whatever event I was curious about.

That is all to say that I am beyond bored, and there is little I can do to stave off that boredom besides interact with those that are outside of my control... which is sadly a rather limited amount of things.

People, Goddesses, or events that weren’t under my control somewhat were extremely rare, which was why I treasured any of them that I could find; for instance, the ever irritating and also so damn lovable Demetra was someone so far out of my control that I couldn’t help but want her.

She was life itself in all of its facets, and as such there was no way to control that which couldn’t end; life would always exist, and as such she would always exist, creating an impossible paradox that was completely unpredictable.

Then there were the mortals I had under my wing, so to say; Astra obviously, but there were more out there, in this world and in others, and each of them were special little things that couldn’t be completely predicted in the story called life.

A Dogkin that had a second chance at life spending all of her newfound time living the way she wanted with people she loved so deeply, a twisted, depressed mess of a woman who believed herself so weak that she was incapable of controlling her own fate, only to end up being one of the few that everyone needed to fear...

They were there, but they were so far and few between that I just... couldn’t keep myself from becoming bored whenever they reached a stable period of their lives; I was happy for them all, truly, because stability meant peace for their inner selves, and that led to incredible moments that many would consider fluff in a story, but to me I loved anything fluffy.

But I also craved chaos, and whenever they all reached that stability I was left with fewer and fewer avenues to distract myself from existing... though I suppose that was where I was supposed to seek out others and meddle with what needed meddling.

Like the purple haired Goddess floating around staring at a mirror that she definitely shouldn’t have just yet, her cheeks reddening as she watched something far too ’adult’ for her young eyes; that got me to move, plucking the mirror from her hands and giving her a stern stare.

”Mama... what..?”

She seemed confused by what she had seen, and as I stared at the mirror I could see why; a golden maned Lionkin was vigorously thrusting into the juicy ass of my charge, a somewhat feral grin adorning her lips as she fucked someone made for lust.

The emotions she was feeling pulsed around her in an array of pinks, reds and some other colors, washing over Astra and ’battling’ against the more vibrant purples and greens that she always exuded.

Colors belonging to myself and Demetra respectively were being slowly pushed back; not erased, just dislocated, allowing the colors of the Goddesses who enjoyed this Lionkin enough to give her some blessings to trickle over something that didn’t belong to them.

It was a mild irritation - their colors faded and dissipated rather easily whenever they tried to help this Lionkin claim Astra - but it was still there, and I could see why the Goddess ’responsible’ for Astra now felt confused.

But she was too young, so I just tapped the mirror against her head and said ”Stop taking things that aren’t meant for you just yet! I told you not to touch this.”, keeping my tone level but also serious.

She pouted at that, but the redness of her cheeks made her look so adorable, so I couldn’t help but-

”Reincantra, she’s just curious is all. Can you blame her? She reacted on instinct...”

The warm voice of Demetra gave me pause, and it was in that moment that Astaria bounced away from me and towards the Goddess of Life and Fertility, leaping into her arms and hugging her like she hadn’t seen her in years.

”What are you doing here?”

My voice, on the contrary, was a bit cooler than normal as I stared at the green haired Goddess, making her chuckle softly before she bounced my daughter around while saying ”Checking in on Astra and Astaria. Felt that she was currently... entangled with someone interesting. Should I be worried? Should I be happy? I didn’t know, so I came here to check.”

With her free hand she whisked the mirror away from me, only for it to shatter just before she could look into it, a deliberate act on my end as I just huffed and walked away; I could hear it being reformed, just like I could feel how she rolled her eyes at my actions.

”Ah. Yes...”

Her warm voice became even warmer as she watched Astra get fucked hard by that Lionkin, and I could tell she was appraising the mortal who was dominating our charge, making me rather irate; and yet, at the same time, the scene was playing in my mind as well as I watched our charge moan happily before she was creampied.

”Well, I suppose I shall leave it to her then. Anyways, I also came to visit my adorable little Astaria~! How have you been, hm~? Has your Mama been neglecting you~?”

Just like that my boredom was gone, replaced instead with faux anger and heat as I began to bicker with Demetra, who just smiled at me as she played me like a fiddle, doing as she pleased while shielding herself from the worst of it thanks to Astaria, who just seemed happy for us both to be here.