The caramel goddess turned her gaze to the North-East of the city, where the 'mighty' hill elevated the royal district. They had been toying with the poorer Southern section of the city mostly, and the elevated platform and lower lying but still wealthy West remained untouched bar any destruction caused by quaking steps and movements. They had spared these mites too long, and now it was time to give Xian the full extent of her gift. "How about we show those petty mortal 'lords' where they really stand?" Asena whispered sultrily into Xian's ear.
"I like the way you think." she replied, the rumbling words well heard by the aristocrats and instilling a well justified fear. The two goddesses rose, standing at their complete three mile height once more, as if the image of those towering bodies wasn't already burned into the populace's mind. With half a dozen tight steps, totally ambivalent to any more destruction they caused, they stood at the 'foot' of the hill; although the foot of the hill was extraordinarily paltry compared to their own literal feet. The raised platform had several impressive structures constructed upon it, each one mighty in it's own right, and due to the extra height provided by the hill, some actually completed the herculean task of being higher than their ankles. Among the most impressive structures were the Telenisian Cathedral, constructed to honour their former goddess, in front of that cathedral was a statue to said goddess hewn from marble, and lastly the royal citadel, all positioned at the very edge of hill and towering over the other manors and feats of architecture surrounding it. "Oh my, is that Telenis?" asked Xian, noticing the marble white statue of their friend at their feet.
"Oh I think it is! How cute of them." Asena smiled, reaching her incomprehensible digits down and snapping off the statue that sat before the holy cathedral like a twig. This particular display of engineering was one of the most impressive in the metropolis and was somewhat of an icon for the city, attracting pilgrims and travellers from all around Alloria. Of course this statue would have not even been as tall as the real goddess's finger was long. The pair stared somewhat jovially at the tiny construct, strange to see their mutual friend in such miniaturised form. Biting her lip, Asena had an idea. "I'm sure she'll forgive me." she said to herself before quickly pushing it between her lover's lower lips, not allowing her a moment to hesitate.
The goddess inhaled sharply, the sudden breath sounding somewhat like a thunder crack to the crowd. The time of large swathes of people panicking had long stopped, instead the humans left to cower either inside or trapped in isolated pockets by debris. Xian smiled as she felt each detail of the statue inside her, the holding fingers not leaving but running along the moist precipice. The hewn marble was far too weak to resist her however, and was quickly crushed in an erotic display of power, the stone turned to utter pulverised dust. Asena continued to rub her fingers back and forth, allowing Xian to lean in her kiss her while she did so. The Eastern beauty wiggled her toes in joy, liquefying and demolishing the people and buildings at the foot of the hill by her drumming dainty digits. "We're the goddesses of this city now, correct?" Xian asked.
"Correct, my sweet."
"So those priests must be dedicated to our worship now?" Xian's words had a note of sly cheek, and Asena welcomed her idea with a grin. Slowly Xian lowered herself onto the hill, making sure that neither the cathedral nor citadel were crushed under her plump behind. When her cheeks finally reached their seat a shock-wave emanated throughout the city, despite the exceptionally slow descent speed. Now she sat, acres of manors and mansions effortlessly crushed underneath her rear and only the very few lucky survivors hidden between her the cavernous meaty crevasse between her cheeks. She extended her legs so the pale thighs surrounded the two tallest buildings, the well cleaned streets and gardens below devastated and filled with her womanly scent. Asena, now with her lover in prime position, completely uprooted the holy site at its base, no doubt with monks and other clergy still inside. The marvel of architecture comfortably sat in the palm of her hand with much room to spare. She tore off the steeples and Gothic roof, revealing the great central hall in all its resplendence. The goddess licked her lips at the sight of the tiny specks, they would do nicely. Like a shaker of spice she littered them on the lips of the sitting goddess, especially the upper areas, even more around her inflated clitoris. When her salt-shaker was exhausted she ground it between her fingers; not even looking as she did, instead fixated on playing a children's looking game of trying to make out the tiny specks on her sex and pubic mound.
Unlike her darker counterpart, Xian was not totally smooth, instead having a small tuft a deep black pubic hair; it was here that monks and other holy men prayed to a god they didn't know, wandering in the infinite brambles, hairs as thick as ropes ensnaring them. Due to all the nerve endings on this explicitly sexual region, Xian could actually feel them along her expanded clitoris, no doubt a holy hemispherical jelly orb coated in a gooey swamp of sexual juices to them. Asena kneeled down to better reach her lover, again eliminating acres of houses and buildings. The toned brown stomach of the goddess filled the sky of the people between Xian's thighs, Asena's navel appearing to be some celestial body. The smaller goddess hummed in delight as Asena gently stroked the lips of the petite creature, watching how she squirmed; Xian delighting in the massacres she performed with her wiggling fingers and toes, hundreds or perhaps even thousands of dust sized humans turning into red splotches on the ruined city floor. "That last building..." Xian muttered past a thundering moan. Now Asena looked down, at the citadel, and what a fortunate shape it was. Tallest in the city it was as mighty as a middle finger, and was cylindrical, ending in a pointed roof. With a smile she gripped it gently, not from mercy for the people inside, but to not destroy it so easily in her hand. With two dark fingers the labia were spread, Xian haggardly breathing in anticipation, the entire city going silent as they watched in utter shock and disgust as the citadel, the most sacred and proud of all buildings was degraded to a lewd toy. Casually it was slid in, the building was consumed by a muggy heat and oppressive darkness, the smell of sex reaching into the deepest recesses of the once proud building. Xian let out an absolutely titanic moan of lust, rivalling those of the orgasm several minutes prior. The constricting walls made quick work of it as it was plunged back and forth, and not even the slick lubricant kept it structurally sound. Asena pressed a finger into the engorged clitoris, instantly vapourising the monks that still clung on for life. "Keep going Asena..." she panted out.
"Of course." she replied, leaning in and locking lips, causing the pale deity to shift back slightly, and crush the stragglers between her moist cheeks. The moaning intensified, the pangs of romance deafening the small amount of people that were plunged back and forth into the vagina of a god; an intimate 'honour' to be sure. In their passionate display they perspired, cataclysmic amounts of sticky sweat that condensed and dripped off, drowning entire blocks and bathing the formerly wealthy inhabitants in impassioned exudation. "Xian... are you almost there?" Asena asked, nibbling on the silken neck.
"Y-yes... yes..." she moaned, feeling the most intense sexually feeling engulf her, and she knew exactly what to do with her pent up pleasure. "L-let me... move..." she struggled with her words, trembling in delight. Asena obeyed, shifting off and crushing many more people with that simple movement. She still plunged the building back and forth, now a crumbled remnant with extraordinarily few survivors. Twisting to the side, Xian faced the North-Western quarter of the city, the final untouched fragment, and that simply wouldn't do. With the final, strongest, most intense push from the building Xian climaxed as intensely as she had ever done so, spewing forth the the full force of her sex in a partially translucent goo. The juices spilled forth like a waterfall from her womanhood and flooded the lower portion; houses, parks, manors and crowds all engulfed in the blazing fury of her love. And as they drowned she squealed, a single unbroken moan of utter ecstasy, a sound that would haunt those few survivors of this horrible incident until their final days.
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High chancellor Ocato rested his arms over his knees and tapped his foot against the stone ground of his chamber. He had long since gone numb to the sight of the two demons here to destroy his city; ever since the shorter one planted her 50 acre sole over the wall, the high of his building allowing him to see the whole thing in nightmarish detail, he had been catatonic. It looked so large, even being several miles away he still felt the impact. Since then he had simply lost all emotion, and now as the dark goddess sat on the other's face he watched in total ambivalence. He knew that his city wouldn't recover, it couldn't, the sheer numbers already dead must be at least in the hundreds of thousands, being conservative. He had gone his whole life in this city, trying to make it the best and most powerful he could, and in the past hour he had seen this dream crumble as so many of structures around the city did.
"Your highness! What are you doing? We must run! Somewhere!" said his steward Maia, the middle-aged woman bursting into his chambers, only to see him staring out his wall length window.
"No no, Maia. I won't run, I will go down with my city."
"B-but sir! You can't be serious? Look at that!" she gestured at the horrible sight, the thunderous moaning emanating from the forces of nature that was these goddesses.
"Maia my sweet, I might as well-" Ocato was cut short as an especially loud cry emanated from the mounting one's lips, the window shuddering as if in mutual fear of the monsters. "Oh, appears she's done." he laughed.
Maia, shaken, shook her head. "I'm leaving your highness, it has been a pleasure to serve under you."
Ocato nodded, still fixated on the display in morbid curiosity. His emotionless resolve faltered when the piercing jade eyes of Asena had spied him, or at least this general area. As they casually strolled towards him he again felt the same fear as when they first appeared, a sense of both psychological terror and sheer animalistic fear. When the final round of quakes stopped and they stood tall over the buildings, Ocato swallowed a mouth full of terrified saliva; he couldn't see past their knees! Looking directly into their round ankles, a simple sight he never thought could be so terrifying. "Oh my, is that Telenis?" one of them rang, the thunderclap again causing the window to shudder.
"Oh I think it is! How cute of them." the other spoke, reaching her probing digits, as long as an imperial walkway and numerous times thicker, down to snap the statue to at its base. How odd, Ocato thought, recovering with his brief flirt of fear and returning to placid acceptance. As a child he marvelled at the colossal statue in wonder, the scale of it breath taking. He took comfort in her visage as a protectress, defending his home city. Now that statue sat inside the womanhood of a real goddess, and she fulfilled the exact opposite role. In what he felt to be his final moments, he let his mind rest briefly, taking comfort in his good memories at this trying time. It was exhaustion, pure exhaustion.
Ocato was stirred by the shifting of the citadel, he hadn't even stirred when the moon-like behind of Xian smashed into the ground out of his view, quaking the Earth for miles around. He felt the entire impressive building shift at almost 90 degrees, the furnishings of his room rushing against the wall, the chair he sat in following. He lay under a mass of tapestry as the window was blocked by an infinite field of tan skin. Through his disorientation he somehow knew where he was going, the same animalistic fear, and especially feeling of violation returning. For a brief second he saw pink, muscular flesh through the window above him, after which total darkness engulfed the room. The space became instantly tropical, thick with moisture and heat, as well as a distinct scent he plainly recognised from his younger days. Back and forth the building was thrust, the outer walls strained, each sudden movement rocking him back and forth; if he had not been pinned under the heavy tapestry he would painfully strike the walls. He realised that if this window broke glass and sex would surely make quick work of him. In the shifting dark he shuffled towards the door, fighting against the thrusting and weight of the tapestries. With a final lunge he fell through the now horizontal door, out into the cold dark hallway. He gripped onto a wall sconce, feebly trying to resist the rhythmic back-and-forth, greater than a man-o'-war in a great storm by several orders of magnitude. "Y-yes... yes..." he heard, the impassioned sound of a 'young' woman in ecstasy, amplified to incredible proportions and heard from the inside... Ocato heard the sound of creaking, walls all around giving out; there would be no escape for him, it looked like. This would be his end. He felt some shifting beyond his comprehension, throwing him in different directions and weakening his already feeble arms. Now that Xian was in position, she was ready for her final plunge. For the final time, fear returned as Ocato felt, almost presciently, a winding up. This ominous building was shoved as he was plunged incredibly fast inside. His arms were almost torn from their sockets from the sudden acceleration, the dark halls filling with the sound of crumbling stone and a deep, blood curdling moan of sheer pleasure. He skidded against the horizontal wall, hearing an ominous sound from above, which revealed itself to be crack to the wall above him after a torrent of nectar-like fluid poured in. He was totally submerged in the strong smelling fluid, every orifice filled as the turbulent liquid rushed through rooms, painfully beating him against walls and hard objects. So this is how he'd die? Submerged in a giant wave of cum... such a lewd death for a proper man.
Ocato did not drown alone, however, his subjects on the lower plain were also treated to the vulgar death in the wave of exudation that spilled like a waterfall. Even the most perverted individuals failed to find gratification in their death, the goddess collapsing after such a delightful sensation. For some time the streets would be crusted with dried filth, the number of survivors from this horrible display in the hundreds out of hundreds of thousands.
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"Today was absolute bliss." Xian gladly said, laying on her back and gazing at the stars peaking out in the evening. Around them the ruins of the city panicked, fires and collapses and floods and riots, all inspired by them, fighting against the people. How many died? Thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Perhaps even a million? In the end it didn't matter; it was their city, to do with as they pleased. "I love you Asena, you truly know how to make a girl happy."
"It was my pleasure, pet. I loved today just as much as you." she gladly beamed. "We must thank Telenis for allowing this purchase. She's so generous to allow us to buy a city she's had for so long."
"And such a fine one too, this had to be my favourite one. Much better than that paltry elvish forest. In fact... maybe we could take a portion back with us, just to keep in an enclosure."
"It's our city, we do as we want."
Xian nestled closer to her love, again crushing more mortals; a tiny contingent in this genocide. She lay on a small peck and drooped her arm around her lazily. Maybe they could even sleep here tonight... but surely there would be no survivors after a night of rolling around.
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Halman stretched his battered arm, after all these months it still wasn't the same as before. Nevertheless, he needed it. He hoed the field, sowing his seed peacefully. The ground quaked briefly, his mind returning to that dreadful day, it seemed like only yesterday had it occurred; the most horrifying day of his life. Brown eyes the size of the moon peaked above the horizon, pupils tightening to spy the tiny specks transposed on the green fields. It was simply Xian checking in on her pet enclosure, just a quick look and nod of acknowledgement that they were doing fine. She stomped off again, the same quakes returning and fading; the perky girl likely off with friends or that other horrible typhoon of a woman, Asena. Halman sighed and struggled through the limpness of his arm to shift the dirt.
He still remembered, every day was a reminded. That fateful day the entire ruined block he was on had been excavated by a giant hand and brought back to whatever cosmic nexus this was in the infinite realms. The square mile of land they had in this enclosure was a mosaic of hap-hazard buildings and city parts in this giant girl's bedside table; a tiny curious toy she liked to show to her friends. He sighed, returning to his new job, his new life. He might as well get used to this, it didn't seem he had much choice; he might even find a wife in this damned place...