SLAM!

The door to the tavern swung open, slamming against the wall. The cheerful banter of the patrons, those dancing, the bard happily playing on his lute and even the young, drunk couple groping one another in the corner all stopped in unison craned their neck towards the tavern’s entrance. Now, most people that enter the tavern don’t even get acknowledgment to those that frequent the tavern, let alone barkeep herself. But this wasn’t any normal traveler.

The woman that nearly slammed the hinges off the door slowly scanned the tavern, giving each and every person that dared to look in her gaze a menacing stare. The most gall she got was a mercenary leaning against wall but even he was afraid of her and looked away. She wasn’t the average height a woman should be; no, instead she towered over all that tried to size themselves up to her since she was well over 8 feet tall. The woman walked, taking her first step. The floor creaked and groaned as she walked, her voluptuous body jiggling about with each step. Her breasts, massive and nicely rounded; her ass plump and full of life with each step she took; her midriff, toned and ripped as ever as the candles in the tavern dimly lighting her perfectly formed 6 pack; her massive arms and thick as hell thighs equally matching and filling out her large, yet so perfect body frame.

The gargantuan woman ended her stride at the bar-front. It was full, and no one even dared to look back to meet the barbarian woman’s gaze a second time. A young couple were foolish enough to take a look behind them as to why there was such a massive shadow overcasting them. The man and woman both flinched in unison as they felt like midgets compared to the woman before them. She didn’t even need to speak; her scowl and death glare was enough for the couple to get the idea and sprint out the door without even being able to finish their meal. The woman tried to use only one seat but that already proved futile as her massive ass practically made the bar stool disappear. dragging the two stools together and resting her huge ass on them, the stools groaned and the faint sound of splintering wood could be heard. Any other aggressive movements and the stools are as good as flattened.

“Ale.” The woman finally spoke. Her voice, even though very calm, was evidently quite menacing and yet so alluring. “The largest tankard you have.”

The tavern still remained quiet, a good amount of people quietly leaving, while the rest carefully watched the woman, ready to react if anything happened. The bar-keep continued to just watch the barbarian.

“Need I say it twice? Ale.” The barbarian said again, this time with scorn. In annoyance, the barbarian took out some coin and threw it on the counter, clenching her fists.

“We know who you are.” The Bar-keep said, continuing to clean the tankard she had in her hand. “We know what you’ve been doing here. The king will have your head for that.” The bar-keep said, keeping a steady glare on the humungous woman.

“You’re wasting your time here. There’s probably a whole grou[ of people coming to kill you now. Get the fuck out of my tavern.” The bar-keep yelled, pointing towards the entrance. The barbarian laughed, collecting her coin.

Loud clambering could be heard outside.

“Oi! You in the tavern! Get out here! The king wants to  send his regards!” The voice screamed outside the tavern. The barbarian woman didn’t respond. She still sat on the stools, expecting a tankard of ale. After waiting long enough, the barbarian rose from her relaxed state.

“Fine. Just know you’ll regret that, bar-keep.” The barbarian woman said. The red-haired mini giant turned around and began slowly walking towards the door. Grabbing the handle, the barbarian swung the door open once more, slamming back into the wall. This time, one hinge snapped off clean and the woman could only hear the bar-keep screaming many, many foul words. The bright mid-afternoon light blinded the woman. Raising an arm above her face and reaching for her giant war axe leaned against the tavern, the barbarian began getting accustomed to the light. Soon enough, the woman realized there were 4, medium armored men standing before her.

“You there! You the bitch called Ravia?” The man said. His buddies snickering behind him. The man looked back and smiled, thinking he was in control.

“That I am.” Ravia said, her war axe gripped in her right hand.

“The king sends his regards.” The leading mercenary said. He sprinted towards Ravia, his sword in tow, his ‘war cry’ along with it. Ravia just laughed as she waited for the man to approach her. In one swift motion, Ravia gripped the man by his neck with ferocity. The man immediately lost grip of his sword and his breathing halted as Ravia lifted the man up seemingly with ease. She smiled as she gripped harder and harder, the constricting noise getting evidently louder. The man could only get out little sputters as Ravia was practically crushing his wind pipe. The man’s idiotic posse finally got the idea to attack her; though they weren’t quite smart. Rather than all rush her at once, only one man rushed towards her, his brethren’s still in shock at Ravia’s ferocity. Ravia grinned and pulled the man she held in a choke hold to the side and with yet another swift motion, swung her great axe in a full 180-degree motion, the blade sinking deeply in the man’s skull. Blood spilled out from his skull as his body instantaneously fell limp. Ravia tried to get the axe out, only to fail and flail the freshly killed mercenary around. Annoyed, Ravia dropped the axe and subsequently, the man to the ground. Looking back at her first target, Ravia only looked at him in disgust as she tightened her grip and shattered the man’s neck and dropping him to the floor. Ravia watched as the remaining two men steadied their blade in fear.

“What’s wrong boys? Can’t beat a girl?” Ravia said, laughing. Before the men could react, Ravia dashed forwards and punched the man on the left square in his jaw. His head rocked in the opposite direction of Ravia’s punch and immediately got flung to the ground, blood spraying all about. Ravia immediately followed up by raising her right foot and slamming her Sandal clad foot into the man’s chest, crushing it. The sound of ribs cracking was slowly followed by the ragged exhale of his last breath, blood continuously spurting from his mouth. As the man’s eyes rolled back and his body laid motionless, Ravia laughed at the dead man keeping her eyesight off the other. The last remaining mercenary, and seemingly the only one with a brain attacked Ravia with her back turned to him. Though not that smart, the man frantically only opened with a slash, cutting Ravia straight across her back. Ravia yelped and fell into a crouch. The man whimpered, unsure how he even managed to land a blow on the towering woman. The man’s moment of victory was very much short lived as Ravia growled deeply. He had to rub his eyes as he must have been dreaming because before his eyes, Ravia began to grow. Ravia already looked massive compared to the man but right before his eyes, her body began to expand, and expand, and expand…...

Soon enough, Ravia’s body stopped growing and she finally rose from her crouching position. The man practically had to bend his back just to see her face as Ravia was now what must have been 35 feet tall; the last remaining mercenary didn’t even reach her knee. Ravia turned around to get a view of her opponent. As her foot placed back on the earth, the ground shook and a thundering boom echoed out, dust flying up. The man screamed, dropping his weapon and sprinting the opposite direction. he ran as fast as he could. I’ll lose her in the forest! He thought to himself; It was futile. The shaking of the ground and the booming echoes began once more and that could only mean Ravia was chasing after him. The man screamed and cried as he ran for his life, his arms flailing about as he tried just about anything to increase his running speed. He was even the fastest person he knew but even that wasn’t enough for a 35-foot-tall woman’s strides. With one loud BOOM! The man lost his balance and fell to the ground. As the dust and dirt began to settle, the man watched as a giant foot began rising from near him. He twirled on his back in time to see an already crouched Ravia towering above him, her giant fingers reaching for him. The man screamed more, though it only seemed to annoy the giant woman that he was in the mercy of. Ravia brought him close to her face. The man, his vision heavily blurred from all the crying could vaguely see Ravia smiling. In all the fright and the certainty that he was going to die very soon, the man couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Ravia actually was. Ravia continued to smile as she stripped the armor and clothing off the man and left him completely naked. Twirling him around some more, Ravia finally gave a shrug and tossed the man into her mouth like he was a small snack, gulping him down in one go.

Slapping her stomach in content, Ravia let out a sigh. Immediately remembering her height and the rudeness of the bar-keep, Ravia craned her head to the now rather small looking tavern. She stomped towards it, stepping on the small fence that surrounded the walkway to the tavern, the wooden structure crumbling beneath her weight. Ravia wasted no time crouching down and driving her fist through the roof. Sticking her hand through and grabbing the inside of the roof, Ravia tore the roof off in one go, pulling it back and off the building with ease. The patrons screamed and ran as they watched a gigantic, red-haired woman destroy their once beloved tavern. The bar-keep watched on, staying in the same spot she stood earlier. The bar-keep tried to stay defiant but not even she could hold back her fear towards Ravia. Ravia violently thrusted her hand forwards and gripped the bar-keep, her hand smashing through the taverns bar front and dragging her away from her home.

“We meet again, bar-keep.” Ravia said, watching her intensely. The woman didn’t reply, yet again and only tried to get herself out of Ravia’s grasp.

“I don’t have time for your shit. I know you get shipments of wine. Tell me when the next shipment is coming to you.” Again, the bar-keep didn’t answer.

“I will fucking squeeze you until you pop, bitch. Answer me!” Ravia yelled.

“Okay! Okay! Please!” The bar-keep screaming, desperately trying to stifle her cry.

“There’s one arriving in a couple hours. If you just take the road west, you’ll run into it. Fat boy on a horse. Massive barrel of wine!” The woman said.

Ravia looked about. She was strong, but her knowledge was on the completely other side of the spectrum.

“Show me.” Ravia said.

“Show you what?” The woman said.

“West.” Ravia said, somewhat embarrassed.

“You joking? You don’t actually-” The woman said, cutting herself off to burst into laughter.

Ravia didn’t respond and only instead nearly crushed the woman.

“Okay! Sorry. It’s,” the woman said, and began straining as she tried to get her hand loose. Finally getting it loose, she pointed in the right direction.

“There.” She said.

“Good.” Ravia replied.

“I swear, bar-keep, if I travel down there and I don’t see a barrel of wine awaiting me, I will come back for you.

“Don’t worry, it will be there. You’ll be walking for a while though. The vineyard is far.

Ravia beckoned at her current size.

“I think I should get there fast enough.”

“Oh yeah, right.” The woman said, feeling kind of stupid.

“You’re lucky I’m sparing you. You would have been joining me west, crushed under my boot but I was feeling nice today.”

The woman stopped responding to Ravia. Growing bored of her too, Ravia lowered the woman down into the tavern and dropped her from a somewhat high height. Falling on her side, the woman let out a grunt but quickly got back up. Ravia looked west and began to walk.

“I don’t suppose you’ll be coming back with coin to pay for this roof?!” The woman said. Ravia only halted her movement and turned back to the woman. Adjusting her posture, Ravia stepped on and crushed the empty horse stables.

“Take it as a no! Enjoy the wine!” The woman said. Ravia looked away and began stomping off. The bar-keep listened, and listened. Eventually, the stomping echoes of the giantess subsided and the bar-keep sunk into a crouch and let out a deep sigh.

“I need a fucking drink.” The woman said, pouring a tall glass of rum as she watched her completely destroyed Tavern.

CRASH!

The ground shook as Ravia slammed her giant foot down onto a sign post, crushing it.

“Where is that wine cart?!” Ravia angrily said to herself. “I swear if she’s lying, I’m going to crush her and her pathetic tavern.

Ravia had been walking for a few minutes, without finding the wine cart. Considering she was currently 35 feet tall; Ravia could cover quite a distance in just a few minutes. Ravia ran into travelers, merchants and even a couple more mercenaries on the hunt for her but no wine cart. They served as a fun past time for Ravia though, as she happily crushed them under boot and ate a couple as a light snack. But Ravia wanted wine; she hadn’t had any good alcohol since she left her home province.

As Ravia was about to head back to crush the assumed-to-be lying bar-keep, she spotted another traveler. Off in the near distance was a lone traveler on horseback. Looking closer at the traveler, Ravia spotted something behind him. A wagon. Ravia’s eyes widened at the possibility that it was wine and wasted no time dashing towards the wagon, tearing up the dirt road. The traveler was nearly half asleep, letting the horse carry him to his destination. He sprung wide awake, however as the traveler could have sworn, he heard tremors, thinking there was an earthquake. The traveler still seemed quite puzzled. Why did the horse stop? And how is it nighttime already? The traveler thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes and his body immediately stiffened as he couldn’t believe his eyes; giant legs standing on both sides of the cart. The traveler began trembling, as he began to slowly crane his head up. His eyes slowly looked up the giant legs and soon enough, to his delight a small loincloth barely covering anything. The traveler continued to grin as he watched what was between those legs, though it was short-lived as Ravia crouched down and snatched the traveler and his wagon from the road. The traveler screamed as the giant hand that gripped him violently dragged him farther and farther from the ground, the wagon shaking tremendously and his horse neighing and kicking about. As the traveler regained his balance, no more was he enjoying the sight of a giant pussy and instead the face of a giant red-headed woman, smiling and licking her lips.

“Hello, little man.” Ravia said somewhat seductively. “Whatcha transporting back there?” Ravia said, as she dangled the cart about. The traveler held onto the wagon for dear life as Ravia carelessly dangled him high above the ground, holding it by the horse. The horse kicked about, desperately trying to get free but it was no use against Ravia’s sheer strength. She was powerful enough normal height, able to kill men with one solid punch; but when she was giant sized, that strength was increased tenfold.

The traveler didn’t respond to Ravia at first; he was too busy holding on for dear life to realize she even spoke.

“I won’t ask again. You’re quite high from the ground. I doubt your pathetic body could handle such a drop. And if you did, I doubt you could handle my boot grinding you into the dirt. What are you transporting?” Ravia said. Her devious demeaner turned to a scowled face.

“Uh-uh-uh,” the traveler stammered. He wanted to answer but he was so frightened. Ravia’s face got even angrier, as she shook him about harder, trying to force him off the wagon.

“Wine! I’m transporting wine!” The traveler said. “I’m supposed to give it to a tavern not too far from here!” The traveler said, his breaths quick and wheezed.

Ravia only smiled. With her other hand, Ravia reached for the big barrel of wine and easily ripped it from the wagon. Puncturing it with her razor sharp, unkempt nail. Ravia brought the barrel close and took a strong sniff. Grinning from ear to ear, Ravia wasted no time guzzling down the wine. She chugged on the wine, letting some dribble down between her cleavage. Not wanting to waste anything, Ravia tossed aside the empty barrel and ran a finger down between her breasts to pick up the remaining wine. The pervy traveler couldn’t help but enjoy the moment as Ravia’s breasts jiggled about and how seductively she licked on her finger. Ravia gave out a low moan, before opening her eyes and locking it back onto the traveler.

“More. I want more, little man.” Ravia said. The traveler shook his head.

“That-that’s all I have.” The traveler whimpered. Ravia gave off a face of disgust.

“Where did you get the wine?” Ravia asked. The traveler didn’t speak. He only pointed towards further west. Ravia looked off into the distance.

“All I see is trees. Do not lie to me.” Ravia said. The traveler’s heart, pounding heart since she picked him up, began beating harder.

“I’m not lying! I swear! Please don’t kill me.” The traveler whimpered. Ravia groaned, annoyed at how weak and pathetic the traveler was. Crouching down, Ravia tossed the wagon with the traveler to the side, landing into the forest.

“You better not be lying, little man.” Ravia said.

“I promise, I’m not!” The traveler desperately reassured.

“If you are, I will come back and crush you under this boot,” Ravia said, as she raised her boot to revealed a blood-stained boot. Ravia began to walk, but stopped in her tracks and turned back to the traveler.

“You know what, in the chance you are lying to me, I might as well cut my losses now.” Ravia said. The traveler was confused to what she meant but soon realized as Ravia rose her foot above the traveler and his wagon. The traveler frantically rolled to his side as his life depended on it, just in time as Ravia’s foot came crashing down into the earth. The ground shook, dust and debris rose and flung about, and the nearby flora flew around as Ravia’s giant foot created a powerful shockwave. The traveler just barely dodged her foot; so close that his cheek brushed against Ravia’s leather boot. Ravia sunk her foot deeper into the ground and dragged back. The traveler laid in the thick bush he luckily rolled into, locking his hand to his mouth, not daring to make a noise. Ravia began to raise her foot from the forest and the traveler nearly shrieked as he watched his wagon and his poor horse crushed and stained against her boot.

The traveler dared not to move from the bush as Ravia began stomping off. Finally, after her footsteps sounded distant, the traveler let out a huge sigh and could no longer hold back tears of relief.

“Ah, Finally!” Ravia said, clapping her hands as she finally found what the traveler was talking about; a marvelous vineyard.

The vineyard was quite the sight; dozens upon dozens of acres of green, all growing grapes. Off to the distance upon a hill was the vineyard’s main building. It was a wonderful building, massive in its own right and completely built out of a nice white stone. The entire roof was made of glass. Near the building, down the hill was rows upon rows of people crushing the grapes to create the wine and other workers happily milling about. Rubbing her hands together, Ravia smiled as she walked towards the main building. She used a shortcut, however, as she uncaringly stepped on the acres of freshly grown grapes. The workers dashed out from her path while some of the unlucky ones were just mere additions to her stained boots. The path to the vineyard was closed off by a heavily armored gate, though that was no match for a 50-foot-tall barbarian as Ravia, seemingly not even realizing it was an armored gate kicked down the defenses, wiping away the guards with it.

Ravia smiled as she finally made her way to the workers pounding away at the grapes and spared no time in scooping up as much troughs as she could. Ravia dumped all the wine into her mouth, guzzling on the drink. Some of the first troughs Ravia snatched up from the ground still had some workers stomping away at the grapes; they were devoured too, sliding down Ravia’s gullet along with the wine. The ones lucky to be at the end of the long row of troughs ran. After Ravia leisurely picked up the remaining 18 troughs full of freshly crushed grapes and drank every last drop. Ravia let out a large sigh, slapping her belly.

“Mmm.” Ravia moaned, licking her lips. “I haven’t had Calida wine for years.” Ravia looked about, somewhat tipsy, looking for more troughs. The wine quickly kicked in and Ravia’s tipsiness turned to drunkenness. She spent the next few moments asking the workers around where to get more wine; though Ravia was a horrible drunk, and often accidently ended up stepping on the same person she would try to talk to. A worker finally squealed, pointing towards the building. Ravia laughed and commented on how stupid she was to not check the building as she drunkenly dropped the poor worker to her death as she stumbled towards the building. Ravia didn’t realize the building was up on a hill; being 50 feet tall makes things look like they’re on the same level, so Ravia tripped on the hill and fell forwards right onto the building. A loud CRASH echoed out as Ravia’s massive body frame demolished the building. Ravia groaned in pain as she rose from her fallen stance, tons of cracked white marble digging into her skin. Sitting down, Ravia spent a few moments brushing away crushed stone, debris and mangled bodies flattened against her midriff and between her massive breasts.

“Oops, sorry!” Ravia giggled as she hiccupped. Falling forwards and onto her hands, Ravia brought her face close to a young worker.

“You know where I can find some more wine?” Ravia asked, her voice heavily slurred and her head bobbing about. The worker, frightened for his life as Ravia nearly crushed him pointed towards the remaining half of the building, his arms trembling. Ravia struggled to get back onto her feet. When she did, the wine kicked in once more and she found herself tumbling to the floor. Crawling towards the remaining half of the building, Ravia finally found what the young worker was pointing towards.

“By the gods!” Ravia shouted. She couldn’t believe her eyes. There must have been well over 100 barrels full of wine. Ravia laughed loudly as she thought she struck gold. The last thing Ravia could remember was grabbing her first barrel; the rest was a blurry mess.

Ravia’s eyes opened slowly, but quickly shut close as the morning sun shone brightly on her. Ravia groaned as she quickly rose up but immediately regretted it as her head began piercing massively with pain. Her body felt incredibly heavy, as just the action of bringing her hands to her eyes to rub it was difficult.

Fuck.  Ravia thought to herself; a hangover. Now she remembered why she hadn’t drank in so long. It was because she had no control and would drink until she would blackout. Ravia looked around, trying to piece together where she was. All she could see was that she was in a small village and every building was destroyed. As Ravia leaned her hand back to try and get up, her hands pierced hard. She yelped and looked at her hand, Ravia found tons of wooden debris lodged into her hand. Getting up and looking back, Ravia realized she was still giant sized, but she blacked out and fell asleep on a house.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” A female voice yelled out. It sounded familiar.

“What is wrong with you?!” The same voice yelled out again. Ravia looked around and figured out why the voice was familiar.

It was the bar-keep from before. Ravia’s eyes widened as she looked back and realize her drunken bed was the bar-keeps tavern.

“I literally told you where the wagon was. I wasn’t lying. Why did you come back?” The bar-keep yelled.

“Too. Much. Wine.” Ravia struggled to say. The bar-keep barraged her with questions and Ravia slowly responded.

“So, you quite literally got exactly what you needed, for free and you repay me by coming back and thrashing my tavern and not to mention the entire fucking village?!” The bar-keep screaming. Ravia tried to apologize but the bar-keep getting yelling and yelling. Each new insult slowly began to annoy Ravia as her head began to pound.

“You stupid, fucking bitch! I swear to the gods I will,” but before the bar-keep could finished, Ravia stomped her foot in the ground, moving forwards and towering over the now confident lady.

“You better watch your mouth, bar-keep,” Ravia said. “because, you’re starting to annoy me.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about what you think right now! You’ve destroyed my villages’ life work! You better bring a whole lot of fucking coin!” The bar-keep said. She continued to berate Ravia, but she finally had enough. Ravia crouched down and death gripped the bar-keep who seemed to think she was in power.

“If I hear just one more insult from you, I swear to all the gods that I will kill every single villager here and make you watch as I grind the life out of each and every one of them.” Ravia said with scorn. She wasn’t kidding, but the foolish bar-keep was too much into her power trip to realize.

“Fuck you, whore.” The bar-keep said.

“Have it your way.” Ravia said, shrugging. And Ravia kept by her word and  chased down every single villager, stepping on them, slamming them into the ground with her fist and even squeezing some until they popped right in front of the bar-keep’s eyes. Any buildings that were only mildly damaged were violently thrashed. After flattening the last remaining villager under her boot, Ravia dropped the bar-keep to the ground.

“I told you, bar-keep, that I wasn’t lying.” Ravia said. The bar-keep didn’t respond. She only cried.

“What the fuck did you do? You killed them all!” she cried. “every last one of them! You monster!” The bar-keep yelled out in a mixture of rage and tears. The bar-keep kept going on and on, crying and screaming until Ravia finally had enough and slammed her foot on the bar-keep. A satisfying squish noise came out as Ravia flattened the bar-keep.

“Ugh. What an annoying bunch of people.” Ravia remarked as she dragged her foot against the floor to get the mangled bodies of the villagers off her boots.

Ravia stomped off in a separate direction this time, searching for a nice place to bathe and unwind.

After exploring the province for a short while and slowly recovering from her hangover, Ravia found a small alcove with a waterfall to unwind and bathe. The climate of Calida was immensely humid; which meant Ravia could not find a moment of rest from the blistering hot sun, which meant she was constantly drenched in sweat, not to mention dirt and the blood of her enemies from the countless waves of mercenaries after her head. Ravia was excited to finally get out of her clothes- if one could call skimpy, hand fashioned loin cloths clothes. She wasted no time slipping off her boots and removing her shoulder armor and armguards. Leaving them by the ravine’s edge, Ravia leapt into the water and swam towards the waterfall. The temperature was so wicked that even the water itself felt lukewarm to the touch, which was a nice change from her home province’s icy cold waters.

Ravia enjoyed the calming feeling of the waterfall’s water splash down on her body. She caressed her naked body all about, cleaning out every nook and cranny her voluptuous body covered and somewhat turning her on as she cleaned her privates. Ravia couldn’t recall the last time she was in bed with another person, or even pleasured herself for the fact of the matter. Throwing her hair back and opening her eyes, Ravia found a small group of mercenaries by her clothing, inspecting the gargantuan pieces of cloth and armor, wondering was the woman to match such a size could be. Sighing in disgust, Ravia slowly swam towards the men. As she approached the edge, the group tensed up and readied their weapons.

“Can I help you?” Ravia said, standing up in the water. She wasn’t a shy person and didn’t mind that she was fully naked in front of a group of men. The men looked scared, all pointing their weapons towards Ravia.  I guess word gets around fast, she thought to herself. Her carnage across Calida must be well known by now.

“J-j-j-just come with us peacefully and we will spare your life.” The frightened mercenary said. His spear trembled in his grasp, his stance none the better. Ravia only laughed.

“And to think I just got cleaned up too.” Ravia chuckled, as she slowly began to grow and towered over the mercenaries. The giantess quickly disposed of the amateur group of cutthroats. Each foolish man watched their brethren get pulverized into the rocks that surrounded the alcove. The last member dropped his axe and fell to his knees, begging the barbarian for mercy. Rolling her eyes, Ravia pulled her leg back and thrusted it forwards, kicking the man. His body flew to the nearest tree and slammed into it hard, instantly dying. Ravia had to hop back into the ravine considering her feet and legs were stained with blood and guts, again. Bathing giant now, Ravia felt quite tired; the hangover was far from gone and her body felt wickedly heavy from all the destruction she had been causing the last 2 days. Ravia let out a yawn and stretched her body.

“Bah, if I just sleep at this size no one would think to bother me,” Ravia thought to herself. Sitting down in the ravine, Ravia laid back on some rocks at the ravines edge and closed her eyes. The calming flow of the water and the warm feel it gave off quickly made Ravia doze off.

****

Even in her dreams, Ravia was destroying everything in her path. She dreamt she was 500 feet tall, in the middle of a battlefield mowing enemies down. A single stomp from her could crush dozens upon dozens of people underneath, all while sending hundreds more flying with the shockwave her stomps produced. Ravia could only see the people ahead of her and even then, they looked like dots on the ground. Ravia laughed furiously as she towered above all, crushing men and their pathetic weaponry. Ravia was walking towards a castle, ready to demolish it, when a voice called out to her.

“Ravia.” The ethereal voice echoed.

“Do not forget your path, Ravia. Do not forget what you’re destined to do.” The cryptic voice continued.

“No.” Ravia said. “I refuse to play your games. I’m done with it all!” she yelled as she kicked down the castle walls. Debris flew all about as Ravia’s gigantic foot collided with the structure. The castle itself shook violently as Ravia dropped her foot inside the castle’s wall. A tower near her humungous footfall crumbled from the tremors her foot created. Ravia began slowly walking towards the main tower when the voice began speaking to her again.

“You forget your heritage, Ravia. You forget who has given you the power to rise above all” the voice said.

“I have not forgotten. I just do not care anymore.” Ravia said, angrily trying to ignore the voice as she tried to keep her focus on crushing the tinies in the castle. As Ravia began to shake the inhabitants in the tower she plucked from the castle, she could feel herself began to shrink and shrink. Surprised, Ravia quickly began to will herself to grow again. Though each time she grew, she would find herself shrinking even more. The tiny insects Ravia saw below slowly began to get bigger and clearer. The citizens slowly began to stop fleeing in fear as they watched the tyrant lose her power.

“The more you run away from your destiny, the more it will take from you, Ravia” The voice said.  Ravia yelled and yelled, trying so hard to grow but soon enough found herself normal height; but she kept shrinking.

“Forget destiny, Ravia, and soon enough destiny will forget you too” the voice said. Before Ravia knew it, she was small and insignificant. The surviving denizens circled around the tiny barbarian and began laughing, pointing fingers and berating her. Ravia looked up as everyone towered over her. Now she felt like the insect about to be crushed.

“No!” Ravia yelled, sounding frightened. A shadow loomed over Ravia.

“You!” Ravia screamed at the woman, though she could not recall her face. Her brown skin glistened in the sun as fiery orange eyes gleamed down on her. The mysterious woman did not speak; she only rose her foot above Ravia. For a moment, Ravia was the defenseless one, soon to be nothing but a stain under someone else’s boot. For the first time, Ravia shrieked as the boot came crashing down on her.

***

Ravia rose in a fright from her sleep. Her breathing hastened, her heart beating fast. Ravia hated those dreams. Her sense of fright immediately turned to anger; she hated feeling small. Ravia’s fists clenched hard, wanting to crush something.

“Uh-uh-uh, hello there.” A weak-sounding voice said. Ravia quickly turned to the source of the voice. It was a man and he was quickly backing away as Ravia laid eyes on him. He was in range for Ravia to quickly slam her fist down on him and even though she badly wanted to do it to release some pent-up stress, she held back for some odd reason.

“What?” Ravia growled. The man tried to respond but he was too fear struck to let out a coherent sentence. Ravia began to slowly rise from the ravine, her giant, naked body slowly revealing out from the water as it fell off her body and crashed back into the pool. The man slowly kept walking back, craning his head up and up trying to keep eye contact with Ravia and not to look anywhere else. Ravia was now towering over the poor man, her wet body dripping onto the ground; some droplets falling on him.

It took a while for the man to speak, but he finally mustered the courage to talk as he saw Ravia slowly raising her foot to crush him with. He threw his head down and kept his eyesight on his feet.

“I need your help, please.” The man said. Ravia couldn’t help but burst out into laughter.

“Me? Help you? Hahaha!” Ravia laughed. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just step on you now for bothering my sleep.”

“Please!” The man yelled, quickly reaching for his pocket and throwing out a modest bag of coin.

“You can take it all now, I’ll even give you more after if you’re not satisfied. Please don’t kill me, please! I just need help.” The man said, dropping on his knees and pleading like Ravia was some goddess. Ravia wanted to crush the man and take his gold; she didn’t care to help people. She only enjoyed taking from them and using them for her pleasure in the process. Though something about this man made her give him a chance. It was probably the fact he was on his knees pleading to her like she was a goddess. Yes, she enjoyed that very much so.

“Speak, little man.” Ravia said. It was her favorite nickname to give men.

“I-I-I-, uh,” the man tried to speak but was incredibly nervous. Ravia slammed her foot down near him, making him jump and whimper.

“Speak clearly or else the next stomp I make will be on you!” Ravia said, still towering over the man.

“I’m sorry! Ok, I need your help getting back an heirloom. Bandits robbed my house and took my family’s heirloom, my sword and a couple other things. He said.

“What other things?” Ravia said.

“Food, drink, some clothes, nothing important. I need that heirloom back and hopefully the sword too.”

“What’s the sword look like?”

“it has an obsidian black handle with an emerald gem for a pommel.”

“And this heirloom?”

“The chain is gold, and the insignia is the letter R with a sword down the center. It’s all diamond.”

“Fine. I will help.” Ravia said, as she shrunk down to her normal height.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” The man said. He was happy and tried to go for a handshake but Ravia’s scowl was enough for him to back off.

“Why did you even come to me? I’m curious.” Ravia asked.

“Well, I was on my way to town to speak to some guards, but the trail I was taking led me to this waterfall and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you. Surely someone of your size would be far more helpful than any guard!” The man whimpered, desperately trying to praise Ravia.

“I must get changed first.” Ravia said. The man, equally nervous as he was happy, nodded. Ravia began to bend down for her clothes but stopped. She turned around to find the man still watching.

“You must really want to die.” Ravia said. The man, now realizing what he did, jumped and turned around. Ravia spent a few minutes getting her armor back on. Once she did, Ravia shrunk down. She began looking for her axe and her eyes widened. Shit. She said to herself. Ravia remembered where her axe is; still lodged into the head of a foolish mercenary. The blade must have been heavily corroded by now considering its lodged in someone’s head and caked in blood for days. She’ll have to find a new one; hopefully at the bandit camp.

Ravia followed the man as he knew where the camp was. It was a decently large camp- surrounded by hand carved wooden spikes with the addition of impaled, dead bodies. The group of bandits moseyed about in the middle as there was only one central campfire. Off to a side was a row of bedrolls in a lazily made tent, while supplies and weapons were resting elsewhere with equally, lazily made tents. Ravia scoffed. The man tried to explain how each member fought but Ravia cut him off.

“Right okay, so that big one likes to fi-”

“Enough, little man. Just tell me which one has your heirloom.”

“Tough to tell. We’re too far from all of them.”

“Ugh, fine just stand still.” Ravia said.

Grabbing the man by the collar, Ravia began to grow. The man rose up from the ground as Ravia’s body expanded and she was eventually able to grab the man in his entirety. Ravia stepped over the camp and stomped towards the bandits. The bandits were surprised to see a giant woman heading towards them but they were also full of pride and stupidity as they spared no time to get to arms and tried to fight her. The group of bandits hacked away at Ravia’s legs but their weapons were so dull and meaningless at her size that Ravia barely felt a thing. Ravia continued to pick each bandit up, asking the man if he could see the heirloom. There was a total of 10 bandits and it took all the way until the 10th bandit to finally find the heirloom, the 7th bandit having the sword. Ravia dropped the man down.

“Go home, I’ll come find you for payment.” Ravia said. The man gave a location and ran back. Ravia crouched around the food supplies, eating the entire caravan full of dried goods, meat and vegetables. It must have been well over 100 lbs of food and even that was not enough for a big girl like Ravia. Turning around, Ravia walked towards the group of bandits she just killed. Ravia sighed as she ended up stepping on 6 of them, mangling their bodies. Ravia crouched around the fire this time, stripping off the last 4 bandits she didn’t step on and devoured them. Ravia dropped her ass back and sat on the ground, letting out a burp and rubbing her stomach. She felt satisfied with her hunger but not nearly as full as she wished. She tried to recollect the last time she was stuffed but Ravia only ended up making herself crave more food as she reminisced about all the wonderful food, she enjoyed back in Alvita. After letting her assortment of food digest and nearly forgetting the man’s directions, Ravia found a lone house in the forest. Shrinking down to normal height, Ravia knocked on the door. The man opened the door, grinning ear to ear.

“Thank you, so much!” The man said. He was happier than ever.

“My payment.” Ravia said.

“Right! Yeah, here you go, some extra gold. You can even have this sword if you’d like. Probably won’t need it though considering the other things you can do.”

“Keep your coin. I can take that from others when I want. I want something else.”

“Oh? You don’t want coin? I, uh-uh, I don’t know what else to give! What else did you want?”

“You’re going to be my plaything for the night. I haven’t had a good fucking in a while.” Ravia said bluntly. The man coughed, his eyes widening brightly.

“Oh! Um. I’m flattered but I cannot do that.” He said.

“It wasn’t a request, little man.” Ravia said. “It was a demand.”

“I’m sorry, I really cannot do that. I’m married. Please, just take the coin.”

“No.”

“Ma’am, please. You’re not making this easy. Had I known your demands; I wouldn’t have asked.”

“And I’ve already served you. Now you’re indebted to me. Don’t annoy me.” Ravia said. The man tried to reason with Ravia more, but Ravia slowly began to raise her voice.

“Liam!” A soft voice called from the home. Liam stiffened.

“It’s okay, darling! Stay inside.” Liam said, gulping. The man continued to beg and plead but Ravia only continued to raise her voice.

The woman opened the door and slid out. Ravia’s eyes quickly locked with the woman. My oh my. Ravia thought to herself. The woman was a beauty: Her brown skin glowed faintly in the morning light; her emerald green eyes contrasted with her skin; her light brown yet so perfectly straight hair hanging on one side of her shoulder. The woman too was quite surprised to see Ravia. She had never seen a woman so gargantuan and frightening. The woman was petite and neatly kept, Ravia was massive, toned, filled with scars and even after bathing for the day, already sweaty and dirty.

“Who’s this?” The woman asked nervously.

“This is the woman that helped us get my family heirloom back” Liam said.

“Ah! Thank you so much.” The woman said. “I take you’re here for payment? Liam has coin for you.”

Ravia didn’t respond. She only looked back at Liam and narrowed her eyes.

“She, uh, doesn’t want coin.” Liam said.

“Oh?” The woman said.

“I need someone to fuck for the night.” Ravia reiterated. The small woman’s eyes brightened up and even though her skin was somewhat dark, Ravia could tell she was blushing in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, but we’re a married couple.” The woman said.

“I was interested in the man, but you, you are definitely a sight.” Ravia said, smiling a bit.

“She is not from here, is she?” Ravia asked. Liam was tensed now, trying to stay calm. He didn’t want to answer, but he knew that would only piss off Ravia.

“No.” he said, somewhat angrily now. “She’s from a different country.”

“Oh my! An exotic woman.” Ravia said, smiling. “Well then she can come with me for the night.” Ravia said.

“No!” the man quickly retorted, placing a hand on his wife. Ravia quickly lunged for Liam’s throat, slamming him against his home and rising him from the ground. The wife tried to get Liam free but she was too short to reach. The woman screamed and screamed at Ravia to stop as Liam gagged and gurgled. Ravia was annoyed, gripping him harder and harder.

“I was trying to be nice, but it seems you annoying pests don’t like to listen!” Ravia screamed. “It seems you want her to be a widow, little man because I’ll take her if I please, with you alive or not!” Ravia yelled, rising him even higher.

“Stop!” The woman yelled. She looked Ravia in her eyes.

“Take me. Just drop him. Now!” The woman said, her face lit with anger. Ravia grinned, dropping the man to the floor. At first, he was motionless but as his wife dropped to him, he began wheezing and coughing. The woman spoke to Liam, Ravia waiting in annoyance.

“Eve, please.” Liam said, barely able to talk.

“Liam, it’s okay. It’ll just be for one night.” Eve said, consoling Liam. He wanted to contest more but Liam felt like his throat was flattened like a pancake.

“Come, little one, we’re going to have some fun tonight.” Ravia said. Eve kept talking to Liam as Ravia slowly grew giant sized and plucked Eve off the ground. Eve shrieked as Ravia’s giant hand clasped around her.

“You better bring her back unharmed!” Liam muttered, coughing immediately after.

“Yes, yes.” Ravia said, waving him off. “I promise to go easy on her and bring her back alive. Though she may come back slightly broken. I love getting rough with my toys.” Ravia said, evilly laughing as she placed Eve between the strap of her loincloth and stomped off towards the woods. 

Ravia pillages across the province of Calida, gathering food, ransacking villages and crushing the

inhabitants to blow off some steam. The day was still quite young when Ravia claimed Eve for the night,

and decided to save her time with the exotic woman until night time.  Eve laid strapped to Ravia’s thigh,

dangling nearly 30 feet off the ground by a mere thread from Ravia’s loincloth. Eve silently watched as

Ravia tore through the capital, eviscerating innocents without second thought. Eve couldn’t deny it; she feared for her life every minute she laid hostage and at Ravia’s will.

As the sun began to set and the moon slowly showed its presence, Eve noticed that Ravia was getting more and more excited. After destroying a small fishing village and devouring the villagers as a snack, Ravia happily skipped towards her temporary home in the woods. The sadistic giantess hummed a tune as she stomped across the countryside. Eve began to get more worried as she noticed Ravia was skipping out on killing tinies and wrecking villages in her path so that she can get back to her camp faster. Her heart began to race as she realized the inevitable was soon to be a reality.  As Ravia finally made it back to her home in the woods, she gave out a big groan as she stretched her body and dropped the huge rucksack of stolen goods she acquired while pillaging villages during the day. Ravia crouched down and slowly plucked Eve from her spot-on Ravia’s thigh and placed her on the ground. With a loud BOOM! Ravia dropped to a sitting position, her massive ass shaking the ground as she sat. still 50 feet tall, Ravia gripped a tree near her and ripped it to the ground, laying the uprooted tree on its side. Eve slowly watched as the giantess made a fire and began cooking the animals she acquired during her pillaging. Cooking an entire cow in the fire, Ravia continued to hum her tunes. Soon enough, the cow was seared all around, to which Ravia grinned. She picked up the cow and sunk her teeth into the animal, devouring more than half the animal in one bite.

“Oh, right,” Ravia said, her mouth stuffed with beef. “If you try to run, I’ll catch you, use you, then take you back to your home and make you watch as I crush your husband under my boot, then I’ll do the same to you.” She said, taking another massive bite into the animal. “So probably best if you don’t.”

“Clear?” Ravia said. She finally gazed down at Eve. Too frightened to talk, Eve simply just nodded. Eve sat quietly in dread for over 20 minutes as she watched Ravia devour everything in her rucksack. When was she going to use me for pleasure?  Eve asked herself. There was a twinge of hope that Ravia would fall asleep from all the food she was scarfing down. Eve knew she would make a mad dash for her home, quickly collect her things and run to the next province with Liam. After throwing her last whole chicken into her mouth, Ravia let out a sigh and slapped her stomach.

“Ahhh,” she said, “man that really hit the spot.  Okay little one, play time.” Ravia said. The words didn’t click at first for Eve but once it did, her entire body went into shock and her body began heating up in anxiousness. Eve wanted to run so bad, but she knew it would mean death. Instead, she watched as Ravia’s gigantic hand slowly reached out for her. Her long fingers wrapped around Eve and soon enough she was pulled off from the ground and towards the giantess. Ravia smiled.

“We won’t be needing any of this,” Eve yelped as Ravia’s razer sharp nails tugged at her dress. She felt force for only a moment but Ravia was so ungodly strong that it required no effort to tear off clothing. Eve shuddered at how easy it must be for the giantess to destroy things. Ravia smiled, gazing down at the tiny and naked Eve.  Ravia giggled as she poked and prodded Eve’s body, caressing her breasts and ass. Ravia’s playful pokes felt like hard jabs for Eve, as she found herself recoiling at every touch.

“For years,” Ravia said, still groping the poor woman, “I thought I would only fancy men but gods, the sight of your body reminds me why I love women too.”

“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Ravia commented. Eve didn’t respond; though she doubted she could even if she wanted to. Ravia leaned in and sniffed the woman. Eve’s heart nearly stopped as she was inches from the giantess’ face. Ravia smiled. “Gorgeous, and you smell lovely. Oh my, I think I’ve hit the jackpot.” Ravia gazed and groped some more, before she finally leaned in once more and gave Eve’s breasts a lick. Ravia moaned, licking her again and again.

“How long I haven’t fucked someone. Gods, I missed this.” Ravia said. She stopped licking Eve; her body drenched in Ravia’s thick saliva. Ravia shuffled a bit backwards on the knocked down tree and slowly lowered Eve.

“You’ll have to excuse me,” Ravia said, “but I don’t smell nearly as good as you.” Ravia said as she plopped Eve between her legs. Moving the loincloth away, Eve stood before Ravia’s giant pussy. Eve, reeled back a bit; she wasn’t lying about the smell. The smell of sweat and death filled Eve’s lungs. Ravia’s pussy was covered in a thick bush of red pubic hair. Rubbing her pussy, Ravia anxiously waited for Eve to approach.

“Go on, little one, pleasure me.” Ravia said.

Eve gasped and tears began to well up in her eyes. To her, she felt like she was cheating on Liam; though Eve was sure Liam would forgive this. Annoyed, Ravia pushed Eve, sending her flying against Ravia’s pussy. The mere touch of the tiny woman colliding against her vagina made Ravia quiver a bit; she couldn’t recall the las time she had sex, let alone with a woman. As Eve regained her balance, all that was in her sight was a giant pussy, covered in pubic hair, dripping with a thick secretion. Eve slowly leaned in, placing both of her hands on either side of Ravia’s pussy. Ravia moaned just at the touch of it. Her body twitching about in anticipation. Eve finally built up the courage to begin pleasuring Ravia, mostly because she knew if she didn’t Ravia would probably just crush her out of annoyance and use her limp body as a toy. Eve dove in for a lick- the salty taste of sweat and another unfamiliar taste invaded Eve’s taste buds. She coughed, wondering what that even was. Eve gazed again, and soon realized what it was; Ravia’s pussy was already teeming with cum.

“Yes!” Ravia moaned, her body twitching about, “More!” Eve obliged and frantically licked. She didn’t have any rhythm at all, and although her licks seemed quite half-assed, it was more than enough for Ravia to enjoy. Ravia moaned, and moaned as the tiny, exotic woman licked away at the giantess’ pussy. Eve began to tire as Ravia kept begging for more for over 20 minutes, each passing minute begging her to lick faster. Eve’s licks began to slow down as she attempted to regain stamina as she knew Ravia wouldn’t take too kindly for a break. Glancing up, Eve noticed Ravia’s engorged clit pulsating, begging to be touched. In one fluid motion, Eve grasped Ravia’s clit with both hands and gave it one, long lick. Ravia screamed, her back arching back at the unexpected lick. On cue, Ravia’s pussy began oozing with cum, drenching Eve’s body. Ravia’s screams of ecstasy echoed throughout the entire forest.

“My fucking word, little one! I didn’t know you could pleasure so fucking well.” Ravia said, panting. Eve looked up at the giantess, though her massive breasts obstructed her view from Ravia’s face.

“Are-are we done?” Eve said, her body still drenched in Ravia’s sticky grool.

“No, little one,” Ravia said. “We’ve only just begun.” Ravia giggled. Eve gasped but before she could think further, Ravia reached down and grabbed Eve with two fingers. Without warning, Ravia slapped Eve against her pussy, and began to rub the poor woman against her labia. Eve couldn’t move, nor could she see; all she could feel was the rough motion of being thrown about as her body rubbed against soft, sticky flesh and her face brushing against pubic hair. The familiar sound of Ravia moaning was a clear indication that she was being used a masturbation toy. The soft and slow motions soon turned quick and violent as Ravia began adjusting to the level of her pleasuring standards. Eve’s body began to get sore as the friction of Ravia’s violent rubbing began to chaff her all about. Eve’s sides began to pain as Ravia only began to grip tighter and tighter.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ravia screamed as she pleasured herself further. With one last moan, Ravia shoved Eve deep within her pussy and came. For Eve, everything became dark, her arms trapped against her sides as Eve laid shoved into Ravia’s pussy. All she could feel was the warm cum Ravia excreted, caked against her skin. Ravia began slowly pushing Eve in and out of her vagina, her thick cum coating Eve as a nice lubricant. Eve couldn’t speak unless she wanted her mouth to be full of Ravia’s cum but she was beginning to run out of air. Soon enough, she couldn’t breathe anymore and began to let out muffled screams. They were futile, however, as there was no way Ravia would hear the tiny woman stuffed within her. As a desperate attempt, Eve prayed to the gods, begging for mercy; she did not wish to stifle to death inside the womanhood of a murderous giantess. Her prayers seemingly answered; Eve could feel her body sliding out from Ravia’s pussy. Eve took a deep breath and when she finally cleaned the sticky liquids from her eyes, she found herself being dangled upside down and in the sight of Ravia’s face.

“You, my exotic goddess,” Ravia said, her voice full of lust “are the best toy I’ve had in years.” Ravia said. Eve didn’t speak, she only watched as Ravia tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Eve screamed as Ravia lowered Eve into her gaping maw. The familiar sight of darkness greeted Eve once more as she wept. I don’t want to die! Not like this! Eve thought to herself. Her suspicions of an untimely death were wrong, however, as Eve could feel Ravia’s tongue wrapping around Eve’s body. In one motion, Eve began to get reeled out of Ravia’s mouth. Now cleaned of cum and drenched once again in saliva, Eve counted her blessings as Ravia was merely cleaning her.

Dropping her giant body back onto the ground, Ravia let out a yawn.

“My how long is has been that I’ve enjoyed a good fucking so much that it has grown me tired.” Ravia said. “Don’t worry, little one, we’re almost done.” Ravia said. Ravia laid down on the ground and propped her head against the tree stump. Laying Eve between her legs, Ravia shifted her waist up, revealing her anus. Eve slowly crept towards it, yet again reeling back in disgust. Though this time, Eve gagged a bit as she was not expecting such a stench. On top of the unpleasant smell of days old sweat, Eve was greeted with an even more vile and putrid smell wafting out from Ravia’s anus.

“Give it a nice clean, little one,” Ravia snickered, “I’ll be using it in the morning.” Ravia said, laughing maniacally.

Eve gagged once again, standing before the gigantic asshole. Eve leaned in, praying Ravia would fall asleep very soon. Eve’s luck ran dry, as she was forced to spend nearly half an hour licking Ravia’s anus. The noise of Ravia snoring brought tears to Eve’s eyes, as she collapsed against Ravia anus from exhaustion.

The soft sound of birds chirping brought Eve to a slow wake. Hellish flashbacks from the night before invaded Eve’s mind as she sprung up from her sleep. She was still naked, sticky and the smell of saliva and other unrecognizable smells stuck to her skin. She smacked her tongue to her mouth and gagged at the disgusting taste left on her tongue. The morning gleam shown through the tree branches as Eve covered her eyes with her hand. Eve scanned about in front of her; no sign of Ravia. A hint of glee entered Eve’s body. Oh, thank the gods. She thought to herself; Ravia must have just left her to head back to Liam’s on her own. Though that pleasant thought was quickly stifled as Eve turned around. A still giant Ravia, slowly rising from a squatting stance, letting out a sigh of relief and rubbing her stomach.

“Ah, that felt good.” Ravia said, aloud but to herself. Ravia glanced down and found Eve quietly gazing at her massive stature.

“Ah! Little one. You’re awake.” Ravia said, slowly stomping towards Eve. Ravia dropped her foot next to Eve, sending out a light tremor and shaking the ground. The wind blew her hair in her face, but Eve was soon welcomed with the familiar feeling of being whisked away by a giant hand.

“You’ve served your purpose,” said Ravia, “and for once in my life I’ll actually honor my word; time to head back to your husband.” Ravia said. Eve nodded, simply saying thank you. She didn’t want to look too particularly excited, in the fear that she would make Ravia change her mind. The walk back was silent. Eve patiently waited strapped against Ravia’s thigh, hoping she wouldn’t make any murderous pit stops. To her surprise, Ravia did exactly that and took the shortest route to Eve and Liam’s home. The sounds of distant thudding were enough for Liam to know, as he raced out of his home to the sight of a giant Ravia treading to his home.

“Well hello there, little man!” Ravia said, smiling as she towered above Liam. Liam didn’t respond, he only nodded; his heart racing as he watched his loved one strapped against Ravia. Ravia removed Eve from her loincloth and placed Eve back down next to Liam. Liam immediately dove to embrace Eve, gripping her naked body. He was confused as to Eve was so sticky and somewhat damp and the very odd smell emanating from her.

“Your wife was amazing.” Ravia said, fixing her loincloth. “Best pussy licking I’ve ever had in a long fucking time.”

“It’s a shame you have to go, my beauty.” Ravia said. She slowly crouched down, towering over the couple. Reaching out, Ravia snagged Eve from the ground. Liam desperately tried to hold her back, but Ravia shot him a menacing glance and he let go.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me?” Ravia asked, smiling. “When can you ever pleasure a giantess like myself again?” She said, beckoning at her curves and size.

“I am quite sure that I will be ok with Liam.” Eve said, sternly. Ravia gave a small look of annoyance but ultimately respected her wishes.

“You’re just so-so gorgeous.” Ravia said, slowly twirling Eve around talking in a trance. “Mmm,” Ravia lightly moaned, “your breasts felt so good in my mouth.” Ravia said. There was an awkward silence between the two; Ravia just intensely staring down Eve, powerless as she laid dangling in the air. Ravia licked her lips, fantasizing again about the night before.

“Fuck it, one last time!” Ravia yelled.

“No! Wait!” Eve screamed, but it was no use. Ravia made up her mind. Ravia shoved Eve back against her pussy, masturbating her against it. Liam watched in pure shock as the 50 foot barbarian used his wife as a dildo, violently rubbing her against her pussy. Ravia was still crouched over Liam, so everything was in sight for him. Liam screamed her name, punching at Ravia’s giant foot, begging her to stop. Ravia couldn’t even hear him; she was enjoying herself far too much. Though it was to the benefit of Liam, because if she did, Ravia wouldn’t waste a second stomping Liam into the ground trying to bother her. Ravia moaned, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she rubbed Eve against her. With one last cry of ecstasy, Ravia came, harder than before. Her cum shot out and splattered against the couple’s home. Ravia panted. The remainder of her thick cum dripping down. Huge globs dropped straight down on Liam. Losing the feeling in her hands, Ravia dropped Eve. The woman came crashing down onto the ground, slamming against it hard. Liam quickly grabbed Eve, her naked body covered in bruises and cum, dragging her into their home. Liam slammed the door shut and bolted it. Ravia sat in front of their home, still fingering herself a bit to the thought of Eve. After her lust was finally sated, Ravia licked the cum from her fingers and stood up.

“I’ll be back one day, my love!” Ravia said, as she stomped away from the couple’s home. Liam held Eve in a tight embrace. The couple would never forget that night and wondered if it would have been better if Ravia just killed them instead, because that is a memory they will never forget.

“No! Please!” The helpless villager yelled, though it was pointless as Ravia lowered him down her mouth, swallowing him whole. He struggled down her throat; kicking and struggling about, but soon enough, he would land in her stomach and dissolve to nothingness, soon to be waste. Ravia sat in the middle of the town square; wagons of food scattered around her. The village itself however, was completely ravaged; buildings punched through and stepped on, villagers trying to run flattened and splattered on the stone walkways, the rest inside Ravia’s stomach. Ravia’s routine was like clockwork: wake up, do her business, find the next nearest village she hasn’t eviscerated, completely deplete it of its resources and humans, feast and if she wasn’t feeling lazy, bathe, then hit the hay. Ravia enjoyed the repetitiveness though.  As long as it included demolishing villages and crushing those beneath her feet, Ravia wouldn’t hesitate to keep on doing it until she died. The mercenary attacks, however, have been quite taxing on the barbarian. Before only a small occurrence, now the sight of bloodthirsty cutthroats was almost guaranteed every night. Who wouldn’t, considering the absurd bounty the king had put on her: 100,000 gold. That was enough to buy the smallest province in the country. No man, or woman would be stupid enough to pass on that much riches. Their lives were shit enough as is, living from bounty to bounty. No matter the stories from those that managed to survive Ravia’s trail of destruction told, Ravia was a target any man would die for. And because of that, it seemed liked Ravia had endless waves of mercenaries coming for her, mostly at night because the cowards hoped to slit their throat in her sleep without having to get in conflict with her. Because of this, Ravia often spent her nights giant sized. Though, staying giant sized for so long was quite taxing on the barbarian; her gift of growing came at a cost and she could only stay giant while she was teeming with energy. When she got tired, so did her will to stay massive. When she was safe from conflict, Ravia would often nearly collapse from exhaustion from being big for so long.

“Ah, refreshing.” Ravia said as she emptied a barrel of ale down her throat. Ravia was bent forwards over the town’s tavern. With the roof ripped off and the front wall punched through, Ravia picked at the drinks behind the counter and guzzled down on them for herself.

“You monster!” A voice behind Ravia yelled. “You killed them all!”

“Eh?” Ravia said, still gulping down the ale and other alcoholic beverages. It was a young lad, standing defiant behind and underneath Ravia’s ass.

“All the townspeople, gone! How could you do such a thing?” The kid yelled. Ravia let out a small hiccup as she started to feel a bit tipsy.

“I can explain everything for you, lad. Just stay right there for me.” Ravia said, grinning. The boy, foolishly obliged and all that was left of his memory was the sounds of his ear-piercing cry as Ravia brought her ass down behind her and slammed it on the poor boy. The cobblestone walkway cracked as Ravia’s plump behind crashed down on it. As Ravia lifted her massive backside, she casually dusted off the crushed cobblestone wedged between her ass cheeks and wiped off the blood and guts smeared against her butt. Brutish and uncaring, Ravia wiped off the remains of the boy on the street and continued to indulge herself with the tavern’s drinks.

Ravia rose from her crouch, finally satisfied after running the entire tavern dry and stomped off towards the village entrance. Leaving her final mark, Ravia walked towards the last small house still intact, laid her foot on the roof and crushed it with her foot. The roof immediately caved in, defenseless against Ravia’s brutish strength. All that remained were the edges of the house’s walls, untouched from Ravia’s giant foot. As she raised her foot, debris, furniture and a string of blood raised along with it. A couple, the last surviving members of the village hoped they would be safe in their home, out of sight of Ravia. Though no one truly escape the giantess tyrant. Ravia smiled, satisfied with her carnage exited the ransacked village and decided to call it a day.

As the sunshine began to die down and night began to grow, Ravia slowly traveled across a hidden pathway in the woods. Her killing spree exhausted her, so she was forced to shrink down and rejuvenate her energy. She casually walked along the hidden pathway, leisurely heading towards her camp by the alcove with the waterfall. A striking pain coursed Ravia’s head, causing her to stop and soon enough Ravia’s surrounding’s became pitch black with her only able to see a few feet in front of her. Ravia paused, though she was ready to grow in a moment’s notice to fight.

“Must you be so murderous, Ravia?” A ghastly voice echoed out. Ravia’s body immediately relaxed and she rolled her eyes.

“Must you always bother me?” Ravia said in an annoyed voice.

“I would bother you less if you didn’t spend every day killing innocents, Ravia.” The voice retorted.

“I have power, so I use it, Elder Alton. If you have a problem with it, you’re more than welcome to take it away from me.” Ravia said.

“You know your duties, Ravia. You ignore them and instead spend your days thinning the population. Have you forgot what is expected of you from the clan of Alvita? You kill only those that oppose you, not those that beg for mercy at your feet!” The elder yelled. Ravia only scoffed.

“Are we done here? I would like to bathe and sleep, elder.” Ravia said.

“No, we must talk.” Elder Alton said.

“I don’t have time to chit chat about our clans past failures. I’m here to enjoy my life.”

“Ravia, you have a duty to this clan. You mu-”

“Fuck your duties. I am my own person.”

“Ravia. Listen to me.”

“No! You listen to me. I am ti-”

“SILENCE!” Elder Alton screamed. His voice was menacing and for a moment, Ravia was genuinely scared. Elder Alton was a powerful man. His mastery in magic was second to none and not to mention the giant clan’s biggest weakness; arcane magic. Ravia shut up and stood firm.

“Sorry.” Ravia said. The word felt foreign to her.

“Thank you.” Elton Alton said. Before Ravia’s eyes, the elder began to materialize before her. Though, his body was cloaked in a ghost-like shimmer. The elder himself was quite tall, standing around 6 foot, 4 inches, though Ravia still towered over him.

“You’re the chosen one, Ravia,” Elder Alton said. “You are the only one that can bring back the clan and return us to our former glory. The kings and queens of this country have abused their power for far too long. We must strike back. But first, there is a heavy burden placed on your shoulders; without you, we cannot succeed.” He said.

“Yeah, not surprised.” Ravia scoffed.

“Where even were you during the battle for Alvita, Ravia?” Elder Alton questioned.

“You already know where I was. Fighting that bitch. Had I known she was just trying to waste my time, I would have run away and helped you sooner!” Ravia yelled but she knew justification didn’t matter anymore.

Ravia sighed. “Just tell me what’s needed of me, elder.”

“You see that neck brace you are wearing?” Elder Alton pointed. “That is no ordinary neck brace. It belonged to Ava.” Ravia’s eyes widened.

“Bullshit.”

“I dare not speak a lie. Ravia, when the kings and queens annihilated us, they took with them the pendant of Ava and kept it for themselves. They broke it into 4, hoping to nullify it, but the pendant holds unimaginable power. They remain still intact. Only a member of the giant clan has the privilege to destroy the pendant. You must find the missing pieces. With all 4 together, the pieces will become one and you will be bestowed with godly power; the main one being resurrection.”

Ravia shook her head. “So, you want me to risk my life 4 times over for a pendant, just so I can bring you guys back? That’s ALL it can do?” Ravia said. Elton Alton was getting flustered, barely keeping his cool.

“No. There is far more. You can grow faster, grow bigger, untapped acc-” Alton was cut off before he could finish.

“Did you say grow more?” Ravia asked.

“Yes.”

“How much more?”

“I Don’t know the exact amount but maybe around 5000 feet tall with all the pendants.”

Ravia’s heart skipped a beat. A grin began to develop on Ravia’s face, followed by a maniacal laugh.

“Alright, I’m in.” She said, chuckling more.

“Do not forget the truly purpose of this journey, Ravia. Don’t be blinded by greed and the lust for power. Maybe I should ask Nal-” but the elder was once again cut off.

“Do NOT speak that name. Just tell me what I must do.” Ravia said.

The elder was silent for a moment. An odd energy began to emanate out from him as he slowly chanted in an ancient, unrecognizable dialect. The elder’s hands move about in a flurry, so fast that Ravia could hardly keep up with his movements. The elder shouted one final word and a wave of energy pulsated out, pushing back Ravia.

“Your journey begins anew, once you are 2.”  He said, cryptically.

“Hellfire’s wake, shall you change your fate. Singed, the harsh realizations of reality will seep in.” he continued.

“Your hubris shall befall you. Your fear, you must embrace.”  The elder said. Ravia looked on, puzzled as ever. She wasn’t the smartest person but even then, such a cryptic string of sentences seemed impossible to decipher. As the elder spoke his last sentence, his body slowly began to disappear. Ravia lurched forwards, trying to grab the elder.

“Wait!” She cried out. “You’re going?”

“I used all of my residual energy to set you on your journey. You will hear my echoes as you move with your journey. Should you forget what you heard, just think deeply and my voice will reach to you. From here on out though, Ravia, I will only be able to reach out to you in a less powerful form. The entire clan of Alvita is counting on you. The sinners who stole from us will know you are coming. The pendant of Ava will come to life again once your journey officially begins.”

“Why didn’t you say you were going to disappear?!” Ravia said, confused and angry.

“You were too busy worrying about yourself. You cut me off twice while I was trying to tell you. But again, Ravia, it seems life should only be about you. I’ll be honest. I have given up on hope. I know this clan is doomed. I know you won’t fulfill your destiny, but the others beg and pray every day that you will.” Elder Alton said. His harsh words were his last as she disappeared. Not a goodbye, not even a good luck. The darkness around Ravia began to dissipate. She stood there on the dirt path for a while, taking in the things the elder had said. Ravia stomped off towards her camp, wiping a tear from her eye. 

Ravia rose from the ground, slamming the dirt floor with her first. It was the middle of the night and she couldn’t sleep. The elder’s words hit her harder than she wanted to admit and as such, she couldn’t sleep because of it. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the disappointed and defeated look of the elder; giving the rest of his life essence to put Ravia on the path to greatness, only to immediately regret it. Her sadness quickly fueled to rage as Ravia stomped about, normal sized, yelling and cursing.

“FUCKING ELDER!” She yelled, throwing a hard punch against a thick tree. Her fist drove straight through the bark, sending the tree toppling. Ravia’s fist was clenched, ignoring its bloodied state. Ravia began thrashing about the forest, knocking down trees and hurling large rocks, all the while subconsciously growing. Soon enough she found herself towering over the fauna. Ravia exited the forest in a tizzy, walking straight down a dirt road. Anything that comes into my sight is dead. She said to herself. She kept her promise, chasing down weary travelers and crushing them under her boot. Ravia continued to follow the road, blindly stepping on a sign that indicated a town was coming up. As Ravia happened upon the town, she watched from a distance and saw the townsfolk all relaxed by a fire. Ravia growled, angry that people are enjoying life while she seemed have been given an impossible mission. Ravia stomped towards the town. The townsfolk heard the approaching footsteps. Loud thuds in the night. The only light source they had was the fire, so anything beyond the walls was invisible. The townsfolk all sat quietly, nervously as the footsteps became louder and louder.

“Giant!” A male voiced cried out. Nothing more was said other than the sound of a watchtower being ripped to shreds. The townsfolk screamed and scattered in different directions. Most scattered well, while one woman, somewhat drunken still laid by the fire, confused by everyone’s fright. Ravia’s foot slammed down next to her. The woman sprung up, ready to run but the fear already sunk in; whimpering, the woman slowly craned her neck up, following the giant, thick leg, then a loincloth, then a chiseled midriff, then massively round breasts and finally, the scowled look of Ravia’s face. She was watching the woman too and in a matter of moments, she crouched down and grabbed the woman. She watched her and the woman began to scream. Ravia growled and opened her mouth, throwing the woman in halfway. Ravia bit down hard, eviscerating the woman and cleaving her in two. Blood spewed out from all angles. Spitting the upper torso out, Ravia dropped the other lifeless half and searched for more.

Ravia tore through the town, tearing up the cobblestone floor as she angrily stomped through the narrow streets. Ravia blindly thrashed at the buildings, tearing them to shreds and the inhabitants along with them. The streets were stricken with red as Ravia stomped their bodies so hard, they simply popped and spew across the ground.

“I AM RAVIA OF ALVITA!” She screamed. “NONE CAN STAND TO ME!” her mind constantly questioned why she was doing this. Her blind rage was a drawback for her; it spelt many close encounters with death long ago. The villagers cowered in fear and fled for their life. There was a rather large building in the towns square, surrounded by lesser buildings. The building itself measured about 30 feet, just a little over half the height Ravia currently was. Ravia headed towards the building and thrust her foot forwards. Her leather boot pierced through the wooden and metal building. Debris and smoke exploded out from the epicenter. Dozens of screams echoed out from the building, but as Ravia continued to pulverize it, the screams lessened and lessened until there was one lone girl who managed to get out and darted across, screaming; Ravia silenced her quickly.

Exhausted, Ravia dropped on her ass, panting heavily. There wasn’t a single building in sight that hadn’t been clobbered or stepped on. The streets littered with dismembered bodies and the streets so heavily covered in blood, it was hard to recall what the floor used to look like. Ravia’s mind began playing tricks on her. One side seemed to be berating her, scolding her for her senseless killing, while the other side applauded her, begging her for more carnage. Ravia’s bloodlust was immense; the thrill of killing innocents and pillaging as a giantess brought her levels of joy she could never feel elsewhere, but the guilt of eradicating entire civilizations crept up on her with each new settlement erased. Her head began to ache bad as Ravia grasped her head and shook. Her vision blurry, her body heavy and heart hurting; Ravia knew she was not in the right state of mind. Ravia walked back to camp, her head spinning and her movement groggy. As Ravia made it back to her camp, she collapsed onto the floor and passed out from exhaustion.

Ravia had terrible, vivid nightmares. The same woman with the fiery eyes chased her; only she was bigger than Ravia and so much more in control. Ravia wanted to wake up so bad. It was as if her mind was punishing her for all her sins, keeping her in a dream state as she felt the giantess beat on her and abuse her. Ravia felt disgusted; she was being used the same way she treated everyone else. She hated feeling small.

As Ravia slept, her body sweating from fatigue, Brand Varital slowly crept towards the slumbering giantess. He wore all black, his face hidden with a mask and body shrouded in a cloak. His boots made no noise in the night as he slowly walked with a razor-sharp knife tightly gripped in his hand. His breathing began to get heavy as he neared Ravia; the condensation forming on his beard agitating him. He’s been scouting Ravia for a week, silently stalking her. Word around the block was that there was a giant woman roaming the province of Calida; one wearing a necklace with ungodly powers. The bounty on her head wasn’t his concern; he’d steal the necklace then slit her throat in the night- quick and easy. Though, Brand didn’t know the necklace required the fully formed pendant; no one did except Ravia and the kings and queens. Brand crouch walked past Ravia’s ass, desperately trying not to get distracted by her heavenly figure. He was already trying to ignore the fact that he had a raging boner- trying to get some action would only result in his death. Brand finally made his way to Ravia’s head, her skull alone dwarfing Brand’s entire body. He crouched down and slowly tousled her hair, spreading it apart to see the necklace.

“Ah, shit!” Brand muttered under his breath. The link to the necklace was in front. After closer inspection, Brand realized Ravia has been wearing the necklace backwards and rolled his eyes.

“Stupid oaf.” He said. Brand gripped the knife even tighter, so much so he could have sworn he was crushing the hard metal hilt. As he shuffled around the giantess’ head the thief gazed upon Ravia’s face.

“such a beauty,” he thought to himself. “Damn shame I’m going to have to slit her throat.”

Brand exercised his thieving skills to his absolute limits, leaning in towards Ravia. Ravia laid still, though she was still quite troubled in her sleep. As Brand laid a hand on Ravia’s necklace, she moved. Brand, still holding onto the necklace was lurched forwards. Nearly losing his balance, Brand quickly planted his feet. His heart was beating hard as brand was a hair’s length away from colliding with Ravia’s face. Not even daring to breath, Brand slowly crept back, resetting his maneuvers. After getting a decent length away to let Ravia shuffle about in her sleep, Brand took in a deep breath and saw her blood-soaked boots. There were even some dismembered body parts still stuck and flattened to her boots. He knew if he messed up, he’d just be another addition to her kill count. Mustering up courage, Brand finally went back in. it took him a while, but Brand finally unclipped the necklace. Ever so carefully, Brand tried to get the necklace off Ravia. Considering her size, the necklace itself was massive too and that only meant it was absurdly heavy. Ravia was laying on her side, so Brand quickly flung one half of the necklace off her neck and let it fall to the floor. As brand shuffled around her head, he slowly began to drag the necklace.

“Finally!” He said to himself, ecstatic that he somehow got it off. As Brand placed the necklace on the ground, he slowly crept back towards Ravia with the intent to kill. Okay, just one fast slash and that should open her throat up. Then it’s infinite riches from here. Brand planned in his head. Taking a deep breath, brand readied a battle stance, and with one quick stroke, slashed across Ravia’s neck. He began grinning immensely wondering how the hell something like that could go so smoothly; though that smile immediately dropped; Ravia’s throat wasn’t gashed open spewing blood like he hoped. No, instead it seemed like a mere paper cut, barely even touching her skin. As Brand began to back up and regret his decision, his life flashed before him as Ravia’s eye’s flicked open and immediately locked onto him. The giantess, even for her size quickly rose from her laid down position. Brand shrieked and immediately began running. He dodged her fists slamming into the ground, darting out in the opposite direction. Home free! He thought to himself as he dashed towards a cave too big for Ravia to fit in. Brand ran and ran, thunderous footsteps directly behind him. Brand was quick, though it was difficult to outrun a giant woman. As brand hopped across the clearing and down by the small lake with the cave, he began smiling again; he scouted this place out before and found that the cave opens up on the other side too- the dumb oaf of a giant wouldn’t even know. Brand quickly sprinted around the edge of the lake, avoiding the large body of water and quickly dive rolled into the cave entrance. As Brand began dusting his hands, he could see an odd shadow getting bigger and bigger being cast over the caves entrance lit by the moonlight. As he quickly turned back, it was Ravia’s giant hand extended out towards him. Brand quickly dashed to the left, her fingers grazing him but enough to send him flying. Brand collided with the rock walls, a striking pain shooting through his arm. He took a while to get up, but when he did, he couldn’t stop laughing. I did it! I did it! He thought to himself. He patted himself on the back, wondering just how the hell he was able to lug such a heavy necklace and outpace a giantess. Though as Brand began to relish in the moment, that too was quickly shut down.

Footsteps began echoing through the cave. Footsteps? He thought to himself. How odd, considering he wasn’t even moving right now. The cave was a small network of corridors and passageways. Entering the cave, you had two options; left or right, of which Brand chose the latter. From there, the cave was a confusing assortment of winding corridors and odd crevasses to wedge oneself in. as Brand peered out from his spot, he could see a now human sized Ravia skulking about the cave entrance, looking about. What the fuck? He thought to himself. How could she be giant and human sized? He quickly ducked back as he noticed Ravia nearly looking in his direction. Brand laid motionless in a crevasse. The footsteps echoing in the cave were confusing; he had no idea where she was. It was a long 2 minutes of absolute still motion from Brand, his breathing near silent. The footsteps stopped every now and then; she must have noticed the crevasses all around. Soon enough, Ravia’s footsteps stopped. She must have gone far to the other side, he thought. Brand began plotting how he could avoid her, but as he began to conclude his game plan, the crevasse he was in caved in and he felt a sharp pain in his head. As he came to his senses, Brand finally realized and oversized hand was death gripping him. The hand punched through the solid rock, and Brand felt himself being dragged. He kicked and screamed as the hand released from his head and was now holding him by his throat, holding him high. As Brand slowly looked down, he could see Ravia standing before him, effortlessly holding him in the air. With one swing, Ravia tossed him towards the entrance, his body banging around the jagged rock floor. Brand cried out in pain, many jagged rocks deeply cutting him. As he mustered the strength to get up, Ravia came up behind him and kicked his left leg hard. Brand shrieked as he could feel his leg being shattered. He dropped on his face as he felt the back of his head being grabbed again. As his head began to rise, Brand’s head slammed back into the rocky surface, shooting pain soaring through his face. His body wrenched around and his vision blurry, all Brand could see was a giant woman crouched, towering above him before a huge fist came heading straight to his face and his vision cutting to black. 

as Brand’s slowly opened his eyes, his recently acquired injuries began to strike pain across his body, jolting him wide awake. Grunting loudly in pain, Brand arched his back craned his neck up as his head, legs and back surged with an unimaginable degree of pain. Brand’s vision went black around the edges as he tried to fight back how battered and bruised his body was;  he could feel himself nearly wanting to pass out. He tried to wriggle his legs about but Brand soon realized they were tightly bound by rope.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Ravia said. Brand slowly shifted his head. Ravia was sitting by a fire, eating meat. She wasn’t giant sized this time, though her stature was still massive to the thief. Tossing a bone into the fire pit, Ravia slowly rose from her squat and walked towards Brand. Brand’s heart began to race as he quietly whimpered the closer Ravia approached. Ravia slammed her hand down on Brand’s head, gripping him by his hair and yanked him up from his lying position. Brand screamed as he dangled off the ground, his body begging for rest, only for Ravia to silence him with a powerful punch to his gut. Brand heaved, getting the wind knocked out of him. Tossing him against a tree, Ravia walked towards him, towering over Brand.

“Now, you want to tell me why you wanted my neck brace?” Ravia asked, crouched down to better see Brand; though it wasn’t much help considering her 9-foot-tall stature. Brand didn’t respond- not like he could anyways. He just continued to let out raspy breaths, trying not to vomit from the pain in his stomach. Ravia punched the tree he was leaning against hard, snapping it in half.

“Speak.” She said, angrily looking down upon him. Brand looked up at her, his bloodshot eyes begging for mercy.

“Oh right, how could you even speak right now?” Ravia said, bursting out into laugher. Brand watched as Ravia laughed furiously. He was on the brink of death and the barbarian treated this no less than a game.

“Well, thief, it seems you’re at the mercy of me, and you’re in luck! Because normally I would have killed your pathetic fucking self but I’m feeling quite generous today.” Ravia said. She didn’t want to admit that this ‘lowly peasant’ was the starting point of her journey. She was very close to stepping on his head and popping it like a melon back at the cave but as she rose her foot for the final blow, Elder Alton’s words echoed within her. Your journey begins anew, once you are 2, echoed in Ravia’s mind. Ravia was annoyed she had to let him live. Not only did he try to steal Ava’s neck brace, but the bastard tried to slit my throat! She thought to herself as she held back the stomp that would have burst his head open. Though, while she needed him, Ravia wasn’t going to let him be happy about it.

“I’ll ask you once, and only once, so choose carefully, thief.” Ravia said.

“You want to live?” Asked Ravia. Brand nodded quickly, the pain in his head making him nauseous.

“Good choice.” Ravia responded. I’ve been wanting a slave for a while now. Too many annoying peasants in this country. It’s hard having your pussy licked when all they do is cry.” Ravia said. “Here’s your uses: you’re going to pleasure me whenever I want, for as long as I want. You’ll be my personal cleaner too. I see you’re a sly little shit, so you’ll be my own personal scout as well. Do I make myself clear?” Ravia said.

Brand happily obliged, nodding his head. “Good!” Replied Ravia. “Because if you don’t,” Ravia said, pulling Brand’s leg and forcing him onto his back. Ravia slammed her foot onto Brand’s chest, making him cry in pain again. “then I’ll crush you like the fucking bug you are.” Brand curled in pain, crying. Ravia groaned in annoyance and rolled her eyes, before kicking him in the back. “Gods you’re fucking pathetic.” Ravia said. She left him to wallow away by the broken tree as she crouched back by the fire and ate her lunch. Brand slept the day, mostly from exhaustion from the pain. Ravia didn’t bother him, not even giving him a passing glance to see if he was ok. In the late evening, Ravia dragged Brand towards the fire, tossing him a charred piece of chicken. As his eyes gazed upon it, his stomach growled intensely, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten for the day. Devouring the piece of meat in seconds, Brand curled back up, refusing to even try to look at Ravia. An hour later, Brand could hear chains jingling. Ravia’s thudding footsteps approached Brand and yet again he was yanked to the air by his hair. Ravia slapped the cold chain on his arms, lazily tying his arms together. Ravia took the other end of the chain and clipped it to her loincloth. Brand looked confused, though he didn’t dare speak. Ravia closed her eyes and began to grow. Brand watched as Ravia’s body began to rise and rise, and soon he realized the purpose of the chains. Whisked off his feet, Brand began getting hoisted up in the air, dragging up Ravia’s thigh. Soon enough he was dangling from her body, the lazily tied chain holding him more than 20 feet off the ground. Brand’s heart raced- all he could think about was if the chains let loose. Ravia stomped about the countryside, going on about her daily occurrences. Brand watched as Ravia moved from village to village, destroying the structures and killing the inhabitants, though almost every one she visited was already destroyed and devoid of human life. Brand realized that it was Ravia’s doing; she merely forgot that she already pillaged and killed all the inhabitants.

Ravia was getting increasingly annoyed- more than 20 villages she happened upon and all of them destroyed and vacant.

“Ugh,” She groaned. “Isn’t there any village I’ve yet to bless with my presence in this pathetic province?” as the night began to grow, Ravia’s patience began to thin. She was up to 45 villages now and not a single ready to pillage. The roads were deserted too- no travelers, not even a horse in sight. Ravia stamped her feet about.

“Lousy fucking province!” Ravia screamed. She vented her frustration on the forests, kicking down trees. As Ravia created a trail of destruction in the forest, she finally happened upon a small lumber mill. Running over to the mill, Ravia wasted no time ripping the roof off the home. Her smile turned flat as she found no inhabitants. Now enraged, Ravia slammed her foot into the home, demolishing it. She ran around the mill, crushing all of the equipment, tossing around large logs. Brand dangled in silence, fearing for his life. Who is this woman? He thought to himself. He’d never seen such a massive amount of bloodlust pent up in one person and so much raw power. Ravia screamed out once more as she stepped onto the last remaining piece of equipment in the lumber mill. She muttered to herself, cursing the province as she walked back to her camp. Shrinking down and regaining her breath, Ravia unshackled Brand and dropped him 6 feet from the ground. He dropped with a thud as Ravia began to slowly shrink down.

“No fucking villages to pillage, no fucking peasants to kill,” Ravia muttered. Brand slowly began to rise from the ground as Ravia grabbed him by his collar and threw him towards the fire. Brand fell on his face but when he began to rise up, he could see Ravia sitting down in front of him. His eyes glazed towards Ravia’s unshaven vagina, since her loincloth barely covered anything. As he continued to gaze, Ravia unbuckled the buckles on her shoes and took them off. She shoved her left foot into his face.

“Rub them.” She said. Her feet were hot from spending hours upon hours inside leather boots and not to mention the warm climate of Calida. Brand reeled back a bit from the smell too.

“I’m not going to ask you again!” Ravia screamed, pushing her foot further into Brand’s face. Brand quickly obliged, grabbing her toes and rubbing them Considering Ravia was denied her day of carnage, Brand knew she would be taking out all her frustration onto him. His legs still hadn’t healed properly, so Brand had to quietly rub her feet in excruciating pain; any position, sitting or standing still greeted Brand with excruciating pain. Brand spent over two hours, rubbing away at Ravia’s feet while she chowed down on more food. Halfway through, Ravia switched feet. As Brand’s fingers began to get numb from massaging so much, Ravia pulled her foot away and placed it back into her boot.

“Good.” Ravia said. She slowly rose from her seat and walked towards Brand. He gazed up at Ravia, sitting down. Her massive breasts nearly obstructing her face, Ravia quickly crouched down and grabbed Brand. Almost seeming as a token of gratitude, Ravia yanked him up from his shoulder this time. holding him high, Ravia gripped his leg with her free hand and flipped Brand, dangling him from his feet. She worked at his leg restraints and after nearly a minute of fumbling, the rope came loose and Ravia dropped him to the ground. Brand stretched his legs in relief and slowly stood up as Ravia began to grow once again. Confused, he looked at her for further instructions.

“Go, do your business.” She said as she walked a few steps away from the campfire. “go as far as you like but just know if you try to run, I’ll know and I’ll come for you.” Brand watched as Ravia unfastened her loincloth and tossed it to the side, slowly crouching into a squat. She cracked her neck left and right and as she re-opened her eyes, Ravia locked her sight with Brand.

“You’re welcome to watch, though I think you’ll quickly regret it.” Ravia said. She trained her attention straight ahead. Brand’s eyes widened as he realized what she meant and exactly what she was going to do soon. He quickly turned and limped in the opposite direction, far from the camp.

 Brand had another horrid sleep. The pain from his first encounter with Ravia still persisted and the haunting thought of what Ravia was going to do to him next kept him anxiously awake. The only way he could sleep was to exhaust himself from the pain and only then would his mind shut down and allow him precious sleep. The morning came too quick as the sun shone on Brand’s face. As Brand slowly rose up, he was greeted with the sight of Ravia bent over, the loincloth too short to cover her genitals. Brand savored these happy moments- they were the only ones he would get in his new life of horror. Ravia was hastily buckling her boots, then broke into a mad dash around the camp, collecting things. As she glanced at Brand, she noticed he was awake.

“Good, you’re awake. Get up.” She said, packing things away. A blood curdling scream echoed out from the world. Brand froze up. His heart skipping a beat. What on Earth was that scream? Brand said to himself. The scream wasn’t human. Some beast must have made that noise but even then, what could possibly make that noise of terror?

“I said get up!” Ravia said, grabbing an axe. The scream echoed out again, this time, much louder.

“wha-what is that?” Brand asked, scared. It was the first thing he said in days.

“Destiny.” Ravia said, grinning widely. 

Brand struggled to keep up with Ravia as they sprinted down the countryside. The province of Calida was very basic: no more than 3 roads connected every village and the capital city of Calida. Anything that wasn’t a dirt road or village was dense forests or small cave structures with lakes. Calida was mostly untouched and unadjusted by the ever-evolving civilization of man. That was partly why Ravia chose to make it her current playground; low security, which meant easy pickings for pillaging villages with a guarantee for little to no retaliation. Though Ravia’s hunger seemed insatiable. Every night she pillaged 3-5 villages, depleting it of all its resources and inhabitants. Her constant hunger for dominance and food had driven the province into a wasteland. Every mile there was evidence of Ravia’s destruction. The only remaining inhabitants in the entire province were those that lived in the capital and Eve and Liam, wherever they might be.

“Where are we going?!” Brand yelled out, sprinting way behind Ravia; his body still coursign with pain. He wasn’t quite sure how he was even jogging at this point. She pointed with her axe towards a large mountain that resided in the dead center of the province. “To the summit of that place.” Brand huffed and puffed as he sprinted as fast as he could without burning all his stamina out. He looked at Ravia, puzzled yet again. How could a woman, so tall, with such a massive body frame and such an enormous amount of muscle be so fast? all of those traits would spell powerful but slow and sluggish, however that was definitely not something Ravia was. He tried to think about her potential weaknesses, but honestly couldn’t. she was fast, powerful, could grow into a giant, could withstand a fucking slash at her throat- the list goes on. Brand shook his head. To him, he was in the presence of a god.

Gripping tightly the same knife that brought him his current fate, he followed Ravia to the best of his ability as they dashed to the mountain. As they ran, the hellish screams from the beast continued. Brand looked about, left and right searching for the source of these screams. The duo spent some time sprinting for the foot of the mountain and when they finally did, Brand dropped into a crouch, desperately trying to collect his breath and ignore the pain. He watched up towards Ravia- not even a hint of exhaustion from her. Brand looked back down in jealousy. Ravia quietly looked at the peak of the mountain. The massive landmark dwarfed the barbarian, easily topping at over 10,00 feet. Ravia began to grow to 50 feet and began her climb. There was no time to travel up the path, Ravia thought to herself. The only way was to climb while she was a giantess.

“Better keep up, thief.” Ravia said, as she climbed the side of the mountain. Brand groaned as he analyzed the winding path carved into the mountain. Breaking into a small jog, his heart began to hurt as his mind desperately tried to ignore the pain and focus; Brand steeled himself for another grueling run. He barely made it halfway up the giant mountain before his legs began to buckle. He fell to the floor, vomiting from exhaustion. His legs felt like noodles, unable to hold his upper body. His breathing became ragged, almost tasting blood.

“Ugh, you’re quite pathetic, you know that?” Ravia called from above. Brand watched as the giantess climbed back down towards Brand. She dropped over him, her feet smashing into the path. The ground shook and her feet slightly sunk into the mountain, slightly setting herself off balance. Ravia towered directly over him, which meant he was blessed with yet another pleasant sight. He thanked the gods for such a blessing as Ravia crouched down and picked him up, gripping him tight with malice for setting her back. Ravia stuffed Brand between her cleavage as she continued her climb again. Brand would have thought he was in heaven, being placed between Ravia’s massive, soft breasts. But the constant sound of a giantess huffing and puffing with the strong smell of sweat kept him closely reminded of who he was in the presence of. Brand watched on as Ravia valiantly climbed the mountain, digging her bare fingers into the mountain for grip. He fought the ever-impossible urge to not masturbate right now; he also couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about the fact that Ravia could potentially feel his raging erection. The climb was grueling even for Ravia; Brand noticed her hands were damaged and heavily bleeding. Her breaths became more ragged and her quick climbing pace drastically slowed.

“Gah! Finally!” Ravia exclaimed as she made one final climb to reach the peak. Ravia hoisted herself up, lying down on her stomach. Brand squished against Ravia’s breasts, the air within him getting forced out. As Ravia finally stood, Brand took a deep breath in. Ravia plucked Brand out from her cleavage and tossed him to the side as she shrunk back down. Brand looked on, confused. Why would she shrink now? He thought to himself. He knew himself that Ravia was at her strongest when she was giant. He shook his head- now wasn’t the time to defy her.

“Don’t get in my way, thief.” Ravia said. “You’ll quickly die if you think you can fight what’s coming. If you see an opening, however, go for it. Even if it means sacrificing yourself to my cause.” Ravia gripped her axe tightly, scanning the mountain peak about.

“Ok.” Brand said, trying not to sound offended by her words. He wanted to fight and help Ravia, though he couldn’t help feeling angry as Ravia only thinks of him as bait. The two stood in a battle stance, though the peak of the mountain was empty. Brand scanned around as the cold air kept him awake. Being this high up, it was quite hard for him to breathe. The peak was empty, flat ground. Dark grey rubble extended out to the open plain of the peak. The scream echoed out once more. Brand’s body tightened. The scream echoed again; this time louder. Wings, flapping in the distance began to get louder and louder. A huge shadow quickly enveloped over Brand as the wing flaps became dangerously loud. Without warning, the beast dropped onto the peak, screeching out a deafening roar. Brand couldn’t believe what was before him- a dragon.

Standing more than 15 feet tall, the dragon was jet black, its scales massive and impenetrable looking. Its 4 legs outstretched, ready to move, muscled as ever. Its long neck curved about, as the head watched Ravia and Brand; it’s deep red eyes- that of a demon. 2 horns extended out from its forehead, curving back slightly. The horns glowed a bright purple, constantly alternating in hue of the color. Its sharp talons, already pierced into the mountain, glowed the same as its horn. Its tail, wagged about, the end showcasing a pierced tip, one that could easily skewer Brand. The dragon’s wings were absolutely massive, laid down on either side of it. Its scales outreached the lining of its wing and the veins of the wing glowing in the same purple as its horns and talons. Fear struck Brand. His breathing became heavy. As if the dragon itself could sense it, its head tilted and its eyes snapped right at Brand.

“Raaaaa!” Ravia yelled as she gripped the axe with two hands and sprinted towards the dragon. The dragon roared back, readying itself. Ravia rose the axe high and above her right shoulder. She leapt in the air towards its head. As Ravia swung the axe downwards, the dragon’s tail quickly lashed out and struck Ravia’s axe, blocking her attack. Ravia landed back on her feet and immediately dashed towards the dragon again. Ravia opened up with a flurry of attacks, all targeted towards the dragon’s front legs. The dragon deflected most with its tail again, though Ravia’s brutish attack patterns allowed her some clean slashes. The dragon cried out with each successive attack. The dragon stood on its hind legs and slammed its front feet back onto the mountain, causing a huge shockwave to burst out, throwing Ravia off balance. Capitalizing, the dragon lashed its tail at Ravia, landing a clean blow across her midriff.

She recoiled in pain, grunting as blood seeped out from her wound. Ravia braved the pain and dove back for more fighting, continuing to hack away at the dragon’s front legs. The dragon countered with its tail and again, stood on its hind legs. As it slammed down, Ravia was prepared as she dropped into a defensive stance, withstanding the force from the shockwave. Quickly recovering this time, Ravia broke into a dash, dropping the axe. The dragon, still recovering from its move was caught by surprise as Ravia sprinted up to the dragon and leapt onto its neck. Ravia was heavy, evident as the dragon’s neck dropped down as Ravia wrapped her legs around it. The dragon whipped its neck around violently, trying to shake Ravia off. Ravia held on tight, repeatedly pounding the dragon’s head. Ravia grabbed one of the dragon’s horns and yanked hard on it. Relentlessly clobbered the dragon’s head with one hand while she gripped its horn with the other, Ravia pounded away at the dragon’s head, delivering crushing blows. The dragon stopped trying to shake off Ravia and slashed Ravia across her back with its tail. Ravia shrieked; the slash even deeper than the first.

In a last-ditch effort, Ravia punched at the horn, repeatedly until half of it snapped off. The Dragon reeled in pain as its horn was ripped from its head. Ravia twirled the horn around and slammed the pointed edge into the head of the dragon. The dragon gave off a massive cry as Ravia dug the horn deeper and deeper. The dragon whipped its tail back at Ravia, this time impaling her. Ravia yelled, completely losing grip from the dragon’s neck. The dragon bucked Ravia off and sent her flying towards Brand. Brand quickly tried to help Ravia up, only to have her shrug him off and shove him away. The dragon roared and jumped from the ground, flapping its wings. It opened its maw and the same purple color from its horn began to materialize from inside its mouth. Ravia, breathing hard and trying to ignore her deep wounds, quickly realized what was next. Throwing her hand up in the air, Ravia looked to the sky and yelled, “Ancestors! Give me strength!” and in a flash, a giant great shield materialized seemingly from nowhere and into Ravia’s grip. The shield gave off the same ghastly and spectral look Elder Alton had before he disappeared. The shield itself was a giant, towering even over Ravia and extending out almost 6 feet. Ravia dropped into a crouch, holding the shield with both her hands.

“Behind me, thief!” Ravia yelled. Brand quickly scrambled behind Ravia. He crouched behind her, his skin against hers. Seconds later, with a bright flash, the dragon spewed out bright purple flames. The flames crashed against the shield. Ravia grunted as she tried to withstand the force of the flames. Brand could feel Ravia being pushed back, her legs shaking tremendously. As the flames crashed down onto Ravia, she began to grow. The dragon adjusted its aim as she grew. The great shield itself grew alongside Ravia. “Ancestors!” Ravia yelled again. As she dropped her right hand, a small hammer appeared in it. Ravia braved the flames, still holding steady. The dragons flame soon ended, and its head dropped. Ravia wasted no time abusing her opening as she chucked the hammer towards the dragon.

The hammer collided with the dragon’s head, digging the impaled horn even deeper. Ravia rose from her crouched and stomped towards the dragon. Now towering above, it, Ravia clobbered the Dragon on its head. The dragon’s head dropped to the floor, and as it tried to bring it back up, Ravia slammed her foot into its head, pinning it to the floor. The dragon shrieked, its tailed thrashed about trying to hit Ravia. Ravia called on her ancestors again, summoning a short sword. She slashed hard at the tail, severing it. The pointed edge flopped to the floor, the purple glow of the tail fizzling out. The dragon screamed and Ravia grabbed its left wing with her free hand and violently hacked at it with her sword, tearing it to shreds; all while still holding its head on the ground with her foot. She repeated with the next wing, eviscerating it. The dragon, completely conceding to Ravia’s strength laid there as it got demolished. As Ravia readied to behead the beast, the dragon ripped free from Ravia and began its final act of desperation. With an ear-piercing shriek, the dragon roared out, forcing Ravia to cup her ears. The dragon’s entire body glowed purple and without warning, spewed flames of hellfire upon Ravia. Ravia screamed; the dragon’s flames were pure magic- which was Ravia’s biggest weakness. The giant clan of Alvita always had a massive weakness, and that was magic. They could withstand being stabbed and beaten but magic was their breaking point. The flames enveloped Ravia as she screamed and screamed. Brand watched in terror as the woman he thought to be an untouchable god was being burnt to a crisp; the flames so powerful he could barely see her. Brand could only catch a small glimpse of Ravia dropping to her knees as Brand walked back slowly, frightened for his life. He knew the dragon wouldn’t spare a moment after killing Ravia to not come after him. His mind screamed for him to run, but his body wouldn’t oblige. Brand just watched as the giantess of Alvita burned. He waited for her body to drop, to be unrecognizable, but that didn’t happen. Brand’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he couldn’t believe what was transpiring before him. As the flames spewed on, he could see Ravia’s figure get more and more clear- and that was because she was growing. Ravia grew, and grew. Impossible! He thought to himself. Brand had never seen Ravia grow past 50 feet. Was she holding back her powers all along? No. Even Ravia was surprised her ancestors heeded her call time and time again. Borrowing power from them, Ravia tapped into her lineage’s sacred power and began to grow far beyond her clan’s maximum growth. No one in the clan was even able to grow past 35 feet- Ravia was the only one even able to grow to 50 feet and here she was, growing even more. Her body expanded at unparallel speeds and soon enough, Ravia was taking over the entire peak, having grown to over 350 feet. Her body was absolutely gargantuan, making it nearly impossible for Brand to even see above her ass as her titanic behind covered the skies. Ravia slowly rose from her crouch. Her body was completely burnt and unrecognizable- her hair nearly entirely burnt off, spots on her skin so far burnt that bone was starting to become visible. The dragon itself slowly craned its head in confusion with Ravia’s newfound height and with one slow motion, Ravia slowly rose her foot above the dragon. With one final push, she slammed her foot into the mountain. The dragon’s body immediately caved in, being brought to the ground. A giant thud echoed out as a shockwave more massive than anything Brand experienced sent him hurdling towards the edge of the peak. The ground shook uncontrollably, almost as if the mountain itself was going to collapse. Dust and debris exploded everywhere, and a blanket of dust covered the battlefield, completely obscuring Brand’s vision. It took minutes for the dust to settle but when it finally did, Brand jumped and sprinted towards Ravia. She laid on the ground, completely still. Brand couldn’t sense any breathing as he scanned her entire body. Completely singed, her sun kissed olive skin was seared and burnt. Her clothes completely burnt away as well with her hair- small clumps of red were the only thing somewhat recognizable on Ravia’s head. Her face, nearly blacked out from the flames. Small areas all around her body burnt so badly that Brand could see bone.

She’s dead. Brand thought to himself. There’s no way, not even a god could be alive while looking like that. Brand’s eyes widened as he noticed another thing about Ravia- she was small. No longer was she nearly 9 feet tall, the barbarian laid motionless on the ground, no more than 5 feet, 6 inches. At this point, even Brand was taller. He trained his sight to the dragon- or what was left of it. A massive crater enveloped the squashed beast. The ground itself, caved in a few levels of intensity from Ravia’s stomp. The dragon itself was completely unrecognizable. Its body all mangled and shredded. the force from Ravia’s stomp flattened the beast. Brand walked closer to its corpse. Down by its neck was something small. As he crouched down and picked up the item, Brand held it in its hand, confused. He didn’t even know how to describe it as It looked like ¼ of a circle, and it glowed in a rainbow pattern. It looked like a glass piece, though Brand couldn’t quite tell exactly what he was holding. Something in his mind told him though that this was important, so he quickly stashed it away in his satchel. Brand walked towards the edge of the peak, ready to walk down the path of the mountain. He gave Ravia’s lifeless body another glance. For some reason he felt guilt. Brand slapped his head, shaking. Why are you feeling sorry? He said to himself. Ravia treated him horribly, giving him a life worse than death. Why should he feel any guilt towards this monster? He almost wanted to go back to spit on her, though he was just happy she was finally dead. Brand set foot on the path, starting his journey to the bottom. His body froze, and Brand closed his eyes. His mind fought with him, one side begging him to go back while the other scolded him to move on. Brand wanted to continue walking so bad, he tried everything in his power to do so. He clenched his fists hard and yelled, as his feet pivoted around and he dashed back towards the peak.

“Fucking hell.” Brand said to himself as he took off his cloak. He crouched down to Ravia’s body and wrapped her with the cloak. With one big breath, Brand picked her body up and restarted his journey down the mountain. 

It had been a week since Ravia’s triumphant victory over the dragon; a week since she last woke. Brand carried her down the entire mountain, finding an abandoned hut and keeping Ravia safe there. Many times, as he ventured out to the city to steal goods to bring back, he would be stopped by knights and mercenaries, asking if he’d seen a woman very much described as Ravia. He said no, obviously; he worked so hard to get her down that mountain, why rat her out now? Brand felt conflicted. He questioned himself everyday why he was trying to tend to Ravia. At any moment, he could just leave her to rot and he could live his life how he wanted, but something was holding him back. His mind wouldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she was. Maybe she would reward him with sex if he nursed her back to health. Brand shook his head at that thought, slapping himself to focus. His mind was plagued with indecent thoughts and even though he was a thief, deep down he was a good man with a strong heart.

Brand slammed the door to the hut shut, tossing his haul of thievery for the day on a table. He pulled a chair out, cracked open the ale he stole and downed the whole bottle in one sitting. He gasped for air after chugging the alcohol, slamming the bottle onto the table. He closed his eyes and steadied his breath. Each day was like clockwork: skulk around the last few towns still standing in Calida, rob them of their goods and come back, hoping Ravia would be awake by now. He remained hopeful because in under 4 days her skin somehow completely mended. At times Brand would watch Ravia for hours, seeing her skin repair itself right before his eyes. the spots where bone was visible were now covered up and replaced with her olive toned skin. Her hair, however, was still singed beyond repair, a disheveled mess of red hair clumps. As Brand took his satchel off, he tossed it on the table and the knot came undone. His throwing knives and lockpicks scattered across the table, along with a forgotten trinket from their battle with the dragon.

“Oh, right. This thing.” Brand muttered to himself, holding the small glowing object. He had nearly forgotten about it, though it didn’t matter because he still had no clue of its purpose. He still wondered to himself why he even bothered to go over to the dragon and inspect it; it’s almost like it was calling out to him. Brand continued to examine it, as he walked over to Ravia on the bed. Pulling a chair next to her, Brand fiddled with the object. As Brand continued to aimlessly fiddle with it, Ravia’s neck brace was visible in the corner of his eye. He watched it too, noticing the brace had a hollow circle clipped to it. He squinted at it, wondering how odd and out of place it seemed. Brand always thought that was just a choker that Ravia wore but he could tell that it must have been a necklace missing its trinket. That’s when it dawned on him. When Brand asked that that noise was before he figured out that it was a dragon, Ravia simply replied back, saying it was “destiny”. Brand fixated his eyes back on the quarter piece looking object. Was this what she was after? Brand said to himself. No, he thought as he shook his head. Why would Ravia die over something so seemingly insignificant? He held the trinket and looked back at the hollow circle attached to the neck brace. There’s no way this will work. He thought to himself. Brand slowly began to bring the trinket towards the hollow circle. As it got very close, the trinket magnetized into the hollow circle, escaping Brand’s grasp and the trinket began wildly glowing. Brand backed away as Ravia’s body began to float off the bed and soon enough her body too, began to glow. Brand watched as Ravia soon became a white, shimmering silhouette. With a blinding flash of light, Brand reeled away in the fear of going blind. When the light felt like it was subsiding, Brand slowly rubbed his eyes. As his vision re-corrected itself, his mouth dropped as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing before him.

Standing in front of him was Ravia- awake and healthy looking. Her skin back to its former glory, save for the scars she had before. Her hair, fully grown back but in a completely different style. Instead of her long and messy hair, Ravia’s hair was perfectly straight, longer than before and seemingly shimmering.

No longer wearing a skimpy loincloth, Ravia found herself incased in a still equally as revealing set of chainmail. Her massive breasts deformed the armor, forcing itself to shape around her voluptuous figure. A large opening straight down her breasts and past her midriff gave her chest some breathing room. The chainmail was lined with an odd hue of a mix between red, pink and orange that shone brightly. 3 buttons of the same color held Ravia’s new chainmail together. She still kept her armguards and leg braces but no longer was she wearing her long brown boots but instead open toed chainmail boots. The lacing glowed the same odd hue as her chainmail lining. Ravia was completely unrecognizable from what Brand last knew her as. No longer a dirty looking brute of a woman with disheveled hair and dirty cloth for clothing but instead a powerful, sexy woman.

 “But, how?” Brand exclaimed, standing before Ravia. She took a deep breath and smiled.

“The power of Ava.” She said, smiling. Ravia felt more powerful than before. She could feel the strength of Ava slowly running through her veins as he clenched her hands together and admired her muscular arms.

“How are you so small now?” Brand said. Ravia dropped her smile and fixated her gaze on Brand, a scowl growing across her face.

“You dare ask that? It is none of your concern, Thief.” Ravia said, coldly.

“Bu-but, the dragon, the fire, you being so big,” Brand rambled. It was so much for him to process at once. “I thought you were dead! I carried you down the entire mountain! The least you can do is tell-” but before Brand could finish his sentence, Ravia dove for his throat, gripping it tightly.

“Like I said, thief,” Ravia said. As she continued to talk, Ravia slowly began to grow to 8 feet, 4 inches. “It is none of your concern. Did you expect some kind of reward for bringing me down the mountain? Ha! Don’t make me fucking laugh, thief. You’re my slave. That was your job. And besides,” Ravia said as she threw Brand across the hut, his back slamming hard against its wall. He cried out in pain and Ravia quickly followed up, dragging his leg back and laying her foot on his chest, pushing down. “I love being bigger than you peasants. It’s fun watching you lot struggle to even look up at me.

“And remember, thief, if you ever try to defy me like that and ask things you shouldn’t be asking,” Ravia said. She rose her foot from Brands chest and slammed it down on his arm, crushing it. Brand cried out in pain, desperately trying to curl into a fetal position. “I’ll break more than that.” Ravia lifted her foot from Brand’s arm. “Get me food” Ravia said, but Brand didn’t respond; he only continued to weep, clutching at his crushed arm. Ravia kicked Brand in his side, sending him crashing into the wall again. His weeps turned to heavy sobs, arching his back to alleviate the pain.

“The table! The table behind you. I stole some food for you. Please, just leave me.” Brand said, sniffling as he held his shattered arm.

“Ugh.” Ravia groaned. “Gods, you’re pathetic. I just might have to kill you and find another slave, one that isn’t a whiny bitch like you.” Ravia rummaged through the sack, finding the food Brand found for her. She tore into the sack, devouring all the meat and cheese inside, not even leaving a scrap for the thief. Ravia walked towards the door to the hut, stepping over Brand but making sure to brush his body hard. As Ravia slammed the door to the hut shut, Brand rose from his spot on the ground and limped towards the table. Slowly sitting down, Brand let out a loud burst of weeping as tears ran down his face. I don’t understand. Brand thought to himself. He went above and beyond to ensure Ravia was safe, not to mention he’s the only reason she’s even alive. He began to regret his decision of fitting the quarter piece trinket in the neck brace’s hollow circle. Brand cupped his face with his right hand, praying to any god that Ravia wouldn’t come back.

As Ravia exited the hut, she was welcomed with a much-needed sight; Elder Alton.

“Ah, Elder!” Ravia said slyly. “How nice of you to join me.” Alton slowly descended from the sky, touching the ground and walking towards Ravia. He was still in his ghastly, spectral form.

“By the gods.” He said, stunned at Ravia. She frowned. “Something the matter?”

“Your armor. I don’t believe it.” Alton said. Even though he was in his spectral form, Ravia could tell he was getting pale to his face. “That armor, its-its, Ravia, you’re wearing Ava’s armor.” Alton said.

“Bullshit.” Ravia said, crossing her arms.

“I dare not lie about something like that, Ravia. How could I forget that distinct color on your armor’s lining? The only time I’ve ever see it before was on Ava. Certainly though, her body was not as, well, curvaceous as yours so her armor was more close fitting. But still, you are wearing the exact same armor and boots as Ava during her reign on Cambria.”

“And I can’t believe you didn’t tell me the dragon spewed fucking magic fire! I died, if you didn’t notice. My useless slave brought me back.” Ravia said, brushing off Alton’s amazement.

“I was not aware the hellkite dragon of Faye would be the bearer of one of the pieces. Ravia, this is much bigger than I imagined. Come, we must talk.” Elder Alton said. He began chanting in the odd dialect Ravia couldn’t understand. As he blurted out his last word, he grabbed Ravia’s arm and the two teleported away. The elder teleported Ravia and himself to a very much familiar place- the province of Alvita.

“Why are we here?” Ravia asked. She didn’t leave the province on good terms. The elder didn’t respond. He only walked and beckoned Ravia to follow. Rolling her eyes, Ravia obliged and tailed the elder.

“When I gave you this quest,” the elder said as the two walked along a snowy path. The province of Alvita was cold and often times winter would last years. The giant’s clan had become well adapted to the climate, so much so that they could travel without clothes and barely feel a thing. “I honestly didn’t think you would make it. I thought you would give up at the first sign of trouble or even worse, die on your first task- which to be fair, you did. Not only did you succeed, but now you’re showing signs of becoming the one to rule the clan and ascend to something far beyond us.”

“Why, thank you SO much for the confidence, elder.” Ravia said, sarcastically.

“My apologies. With your rash, brutish nature, I feared you lost your way. Though Ravia I was not wrong about my last remark. You have lost your way and you got lucky that you are alive here today. But forget the scolding for now. What do you know of Ava?”

“I know she was a goddess and she led the giant’s clan for over a thousand years. And better yet I heard she could grow to over 5,00 feet! How fucking crazy is that?” Ravia said.

“Yes, yes, she was quite strong. 1200 years ago, Ava was the next successor to our ancestors’ greatest power. At the time, it was called the pendant of Tahir, named after our previous leader at the time. when it was time for him to go, many years went on and no one was worthy. When Ava came around, the pendant chose her without a second thought, even granting her more strength and godhood than Tahir. Tahir could only grow to 1000 feet and yet here Ava was, growing 5 times that height. She possessed far more talent than just growing bigger. Ava is the reason you’re able to call on us for our ancestral weapons and aid; somehow, she created a link between all of our clan’s greatest members, harnessing thousand of years of knowledge, weapons and skills. Ava even had an incredible power to control gravity. When she was delivering justice upon those that broke laws, she would simply suck control gravity, uplifting entire towns into her grasp and devouring them as punishment. She was quite literally a goddess in her own right.” Alton said. Ravia tried to ask more but the elder was far too into his story and cut her off.

“The giant’s clan dominated for over 1000 years. No country could defy Ava, or our clan. She was a just goddess, however; while she still followed the culture of our clan of pillaging, killing and pleasuring, she only did it when it was necessary and never over indulged and only pillaged and killed those that broke the laws of Cambria. When it was her time to leave, no one was even close to being as worthy as her. Ravia, I’m not joking when I say that is has been 200 years since the pendant has chosen its next successor. We thought Ava’s prowess was so incomparable that we would never find a new successor. But now that the pendant itself is changing you, that means you truly are the chosen one. When I set you on this quest, I only expected you to recover the pendant and then once the full pendant was reformed, wait until its successor is chosen. Now I understand why the hellkite dragon of Faye was guarding one of the 4 pieces; Queen Nymeria knows you’re the chosen one and is doing everything she can to keep you from this power.” Alton said. He took in a deep breath after winding himself from such a long spiel.

Ravia was speechless. She knew she was one of the best the clan had to offer, outshining all of the other warriors in her class. But the chosen one? Her heart began to race and her mind began jumping around many different thoughts; the pressure of preserving the clan and at the same time ascending to godhood was something Ravia often boasted about being able to handle, but never in her life thought she would be eligible to achieve it. Ravia took in a deep breath, trying to digest all that she was just told.

“I’m ready for this, elder.” She said, defiantly.

“There’s more to it than just putting the piece back into the socket. Within our clan, great power comes great sacrifice. The pendant requires you to prove you’re far beyond that of just obtaining it. I know you’re aware of the giant’s clan’s 3 principles of life: Strength, Feasting and Pleasure. You must ’sate’ each piece by offering it a massive quantity of one of the 3 principles we hold dearly.”

“How will I know I’ve fulfilled that?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll know. The issue is sating the pendants. You must understand that the pendant demands a large quantity of sacrifice. It needs to know that you truly are dedicated to fulfilling your role as the chosen successor. Come closer.” The elder beckoned Ravia closer as he chanted his nonsense. He slowly reached out and placed a finger on the quarter piece of Ava’s pendant. A small shockwave blasted out from the pendant, sending his body reeling back upon contact.

“death and destruction.” Elder Alton responded. Ravia smiled.

“Oh, yes. Now THAT, I can do. And I know just the place to head to. I’ll be needing another teleport back to that shithole Calida.” With more chants, Alton teleported Ravia back to Calida.

“I have a bone to pick with the king of this province. And I’m absolutely sure he has an army. Oh man this is going to be amazing.”

“You have to be careful Ravia. I have learned that someone is working alongside the kings and queens and supplying them with powerful magical weapons. There is no doubt the king of Calida will be armed with such.”

“In case you forgot, elder, but I fought off a magical fucking hellkite dragon. I think I could survive a measly magic weapon.”

“Ravia remember my words in your prophecy; hubris will befall you. Don’t think you can out brute any situation. You may be incredibly powerful, but you’re still human.”

“Yes, yes, elder, I’ve learned my lesson, yada yada. I can fend for myself. I’ve done it for years.”

“Have you now? Or will you just end up dying again and needing saving from your slave? That’s what you call the poor man, right?” Alton said with anger. Ravia’s boorish face dropped into one of embarrassment. Alton took in a deep breath.

“Good luck with your journey, Ravia.” The elder said as he quickly vanished. Ravia unclenched her fists and closed her eyes. The sound of the wind echoed around her and upon opening her eyes, Ravia found herself back in Calida, close to the great king’s castle; King Kai’s castle to be exact- one of the great kings and the one who is currently ruling over Calida. Although powerful, the king was lazy and always let others do his work, which is why there had been an endless supply of mercenaries and knights that chased Ravia daily with the intent of beheading her. The castle was nice, highly detailed in its own right. White marble encased the entire building, intricate towers and wall designs scattered all across. Beautiful rainbow-colored stained glass installed all around the castle. It peacefully rested in the far edge of Calida’s capital, Strife. The clear difference of wealth was apparent, however, as all around the castle were beautiful homes with similar style and quality like the castle, while farther away the capital was littered with poorly made homes and disgusting streets. The entire capital remained safe with a massive, 50-foot border that encased the entire city. Though, this wouldn’t be a problem considering Ravia could match that height with her growth and easily crash through; but now she had a piece of Ava’s powers. Ravia stood on a cliff overlooking the city. She watched on as the poor struggled to get by while the rich filled their bellies and lived life to the fullest. Although they were all peasants to her, Ravia couldn’t help but feel angry about the situation. She rose from her position from the cliff and headed towards the capital.

Ravia found herself against the tall borders. She gazed up, looking at its peak, smiling.

“Ava, guide me.” Ravia said as she closed her eyes and let her powers flow through her. She began to grow, her body quickly growing while her muscles groaned as they expanded. She could feel the newfound power rushing through her. Ravia felt stronger and faster and when she opened her eyes and she couldn’t stop the rush of ecstasy get a hold of her simply at how much broader the horizon was for her now. Ravia now found herself towering over the border at 150 feet tall, the town nicely in view. The now dwarfed border, just barely rose past Ravia’s knee cap, a regular human nearly ant size to her, barely able to stand past her ankle. Ravia couldn’t hold back her excitement, she laughed tremendously, only ever imaging these heights in her dreams. She reached down below, slowly rubbing her pussy. This newfound strength and size were intoxicating for her, flooding her mind with uncontrollable urges. She badly wanted to rampage the town, shove more tinies within her and snatch up dozens upon dozens of humans and devour them, all at once. It didn’t take long at all for Ravia to get wet, her vaginal fluids dripping between her legs. She snapped out of it as she noticed a large group of soldiers sprinting through the slums of the capital, heading towards the capital. Crap, she thought to herself. She needed to act fast or else the king would hide in his castle. Ravia could have easily stepped over the border, considering it didn’t even stand up to her thick thighs; but she was here to send a message to the king that sent troop after troop to kill her. Ravia rose her foot high above the border, a great deal of the capital getting encased in shadow. With a huge grin on her face, Ravia brought her foot down on the border. The border barely even held against her might, her foot shredding through the thick rock. Dust and debris exploded out from her foot as it crashed to the ground, a massive echo booming out. The impact from her stomp sent fissures cracking in every direction along the wall. Ravia felt her foot sink deep into the ground and even found minor difficulty raising it. When she did though, a wave of ecstasy rushed through her as she witnessed all the carnage, caused just from one action. Rows of nicely build homes were erased under her foot and any inhabitants residing within them too. The shockwave from her stomp sent fissures out in random directions from the epicenter of her stomp too and she could already hear the streets screaming in terror, small blips down below scurrying about. Ravia laughed maniacally as she skipped around the town, crushing everything and anything below her. She turned to the castle, just barely battling the urge to eviscerate the poor sector stomping towards it. Soldiers down below desperately tried to fight off the giantess, but Ravia simply crushed them out of existence as she geared her new path towards the castle. Ravia positioned herself on the right side of the castle and crouched down. The castle was quite tall, standing at about 40 feet but to Ravia, that was nothing. Clenching her fist, Ravia drove her hand through the roof, easily smashing through it. She punched the roof a few more times, finally creating a decent enough space for her to stick her head in and see within the castle. To her excitement, Ravia punched the right area, finding the throne room. There, the king of Calida, the queen and their son sat on their thrones, a horde of soldiers protecting them.

“You should really hire some better assassins.” Ravia said.

“You.” The king coldly replied.

“Yup! Ravia of Alvita, in the flesh,” Ravia said, boasting her impressive stature. “Maybe when you and your other friends decided to wipe my clan off the planet, you should have thought to kill their best member! I’m here to end this once and for all, king. I want all of your soldiers out and in the plains.”

“You’ll never win.” The king said. “my entire army is marching to the castle. You’ll be surrounded in seconds and I’ll enjoy the sight of your body being hacked away by my men.”

“It’s amazing you think you’re in power here.” Ravia said. “Here, I’ll even give you a reason to fight me.” Ravia drove her hand through the castle, stretching it towards the royals. The guards tried to protect them, but Ravia easily batted them away. As Ravia slammed the last remaining soldiers into the castle floor, she plucked the prince of Calida from his seat. The queen screamed in agony, yelling out his name.

“Brandon!” The queen yelled, running towards Ravia. A soldier grabbed her, holding her back. The queen kicked and pleaded but Ravia only smiled. Ravia looked the prince in his eyes, smiling and licking her lips. He watched Ravia in fear, kicking about and looking back at his parents as Ravia dangled him dozens of feet off the ground. Without second thought, Ravia opened her mouth, her gaping maw salivating and tossed the prince inside. Brandon screamed as he slid across Ravia’s spit slicked tongue, desperately trying to grasp anything; it was futile, however as he quickly slid down Ravia’s throat, soon to meet his fate of a giantess’ stomach acid. The queen cried below, dropping to her knees. The king of Calida sat in silence. His hands clenched to a fist and he sprung from his seat.

“To the plains!” The king said. He watched Ravia from below with a death stare. “We’re ending this, once and for all.” Ravia smiled and winked, excited to unleash more carnage and sate the pendant. Placing two hands on the castle, Ravia pushed back to aid herself from her crouching position. The castle structure crumbled and lightly tore away from the giantess’ force. Ravia turned around and exited the city from which she came, honoring the king’s wishes and not rampaging the city.

Ravia stood in the plains of war, a massive stretch of land west of Calida. It was the prime spot in the country for wars. Waves upon waves of soldiers marched towards her position, various armament being dragged along with them. ballistae and catapults were of common sight, though Ravia noted some odd colored armaments. They looked like catapults, though more advanced and more oddly created. Now standing before Ravia was over 2000 soldiers, all strategically lined up and spread across the plains as the war equipment filled the gaps between the pockets of soldiers. The king of Calida rode on horseback, heading to the front. He galloped close to the giantess, in which Ravia too crept closer, crouching down so she may hear the king’s words.

“All this bloodshed ends, now.” The kind said.

“You can certainly try, little man.” Ravia said, laughing. With one swift motion, the king looked back and pointed his sword towards his troops.

“TO ARMS!” The king screamed as he pointed his sword towards Ravia. The soldiers collectively screamed out a war cry. Ravia grinned. Her heart raced with excitement, her hands getting clammy in anticipation of all the killing she will get to do. The front line came closer and closer and with a smirk, Ravia threw her right hand out to the side.

“Ancestors!” Ravia yelled and a massive, spectral hammer materialized into her grip. The soldiers kept running as Ravia gripped the massive hammer and laughed. She broke out into a small jog, tearing up the plains as she ran and quickly bent her knees to leap into the air. A massive shadow enveloped over the soldiers as the front line of nearly 800 men watched as a gargantuan, 150-foot-tall giantess hovered above them, readying a massive hammer to crash into the ground. With a war cry of her own, Ravia swung the hammer from over her head and into the ground. A deafening boom screeched out. The ground ruptured and exploded upon impact; a giant crater being left at the source of impact. All 800 of the soldiers immediately perished under her slam, the mallet of the hammer gigantic in its own right. Fissures cracked out and spread far, a shockwave of immense strength following with it, hitting all the remaining soldiers. The ground shook heavily, leaving every soldier and even Ravia herself off balance. Ravia tugged at the hammer, spending a few moments to pull it out from the ground. When she did, Ravia uplifted a massive portion of the land, sending the already crushed and deceased soldiers flying out in the air. Tremendous fear struck the soldiers as they watched hundreds upon hundreds of their comrade’s corpses flying around in the air, falling down on them like rain. Ravia used the moment of confusion to her advantage, dashing forward and swiping her hammer at the soldiers, obliterating hundreds more. The pendant enjoyed the carnage, as Ravia could feel it’s power accepting the carnage and coursing through her. Ravia’s power trip continued to grow out of control, her hungering need to attain more power causing her to pursue her enemies in a blind rage. The soldiers scrambled, some desperately trying to hack away at her feet but it was futile; how could they even hope to damage Ravia when they were shorter than her ankle, her toe alone dwarfing them? Ravia couldn’t even be bothered to think of them, her mere action of pivoting and raising her feet accidently killing soldiers below. Ravia chased after the fleeing soldiers; hell bent on not letting anyone escape. She didn’t know how many people she needed to kill, only that she did not want a single one to escape her. Her mindless, wanton destruction kept her eyes and mind away from the soldiers quickly arming the war equipment however, giving them ample time to set them up and train them towards the giantess. A row of soldiers let loose the catapults, hurling large globs of rock towards Ravia. They didn’t deal a crushing blow per say, but they pained her enough to snap her out of her bloodlust and refocus on the armaments. The soldiers barely got a chance to re-arm for a second strike, as Ravia was already stomping away at the equipment, crushing them with her feet and her spectral hammer. Ravia suddenly felt a pain in her side, which brought her to a shocking halt. She clasped her hand where it hurt and when she brought her eyes to her hands, Ravia noticed it was caked in blood. A colorful oddity appeared in the side of Ravia’s vision and when she did, a terrifying ball of magic was hurling towards her face. Ravia had just enough time to block with her arms, but the soldiers let loose multiple magic balls at once, barraging the giantess. They pounded on Ravia, tearing through her flesh. She bellowed out in pain and fell back and on her back, the ground shaking immensely with her sudden crash. Ravia quickly rose, shrugging off the pain, though her power was increasingly dwindled as she found herself unable to maintain her current size. Ravia yelled in anger as she sprinted towards the magical weapons, all the while subconsciously shrinking. Now 50 feet tall, the soldier’s desperate slashes at Ravia’s feet still didn’t hurt, though now they were leaving marks on her body. She sprinted through the remaining soldiers, her focus only on those weapons. As Ravia destroyed half of the weapons, the soldiers quickly re-armed the remaining ones and fired them at Ravia. she dodged majority of them, sidestepping and knocking them away with her hammer, though some broke through, scraping her sides- all for one that impacted straight into her chest, dropping Ravia to her knees. Ravia panted wildly, slowly losing her strength. If she shrunk down now, the soldiers would overwhelm her and cut her down. She desperately thrashed at the soldiers below, killing handfuls of them but substantially less than when she was 150 feet tall. The pendant glowed wildly as Ravia stopped her attacks to catch her breath. In her head, Ravia heard a demonic voice.

“FEED ME ONE MORE!” the voice bellowed. With her last bit of energy, Ravia reached her foot forwards and stomped on a soldier, his body crushing underneath her footfall. Her last bit of energy expended, Ravia began to shrink and watched the soldiers break into a mad dash towards her.

“YESSSSSS!” the demonic voice hissed as Ravia’s pendant glowed brightly. Ravia remained crouched and bloodied; her head hung low. She looked up in defeat, thinking about Alton’s piercing words as a soldier whipped his arm back and readied a powerful swing with the intent to cut down Ravia. just as the sword reached Ravia’s neck, the demonic voice in her head laughed and an ungodly sense of power rushed through Ravia’s body. Her neck rocked back hard and she screamed. Soon enough, Ravia found her body massively expanding, her muscles expanding and her skin wildly stretching. Faster than she could ever manage, Ravia regrew to 150 in what seemed like 3 seconds. The soldiers slash collided with Ravia’s thick thigh, its blade cracking in half upon impact. The remaining soldier’s final sprint ended in a halt as they watched Ravia regrow back to her former glory, the stamina and bloodlust refueled.

“Sated just in the nick of time.” Ravia chuckled. She looked down at the soldiers and they simply looked up. Ravia rose her foot high in the air. The soldiers, finally given up and acceptance of death, dropped their swords in unison and awaited their demise, some even hugging one another. Ravia chuckled, dropping her foot on a dozen of soldiers, excited to continue her carnage.

2000 corpses laid lifeless on the barren plains of war. Armaments crushed to smithereens, the ones still intact unmanned and abandoned. Ravia laid in the midst of the battlefield, crouched on her shins, picking up some soldiers, stripping them of their armor and devouring them for fuel. Upon sating the pendant, she found herself with the uneasy feeling of near starvation. Her body felt immensely heavy and she was in dire need of a nap. The pendant gave its user tremendous power, but even the power of the gods must come with drawbacks. In exchange for Ravia’s newfound height and strength increase, the pendant preyed upon the giant clan’s biggest weakness, second to magic; hunger. Being so massive required a great amount of willpower and energy, something only the giant clan possessed. Although Ravia showed a great display of strength and stamina to withhold that end, she heavily lacked in keeping her stomach full. Not a single day went by that Ravia ever felt full. There just wasn’t enough food close by in one sitting for the giantess to feast on. Though it was a gamble enough stuffing her face with copious amounts of food. The more she ate only more even more for her to let out each morning and Ravia dreaded those. Though she was willing to go through that this time; as her new hunger levels were starting to feel unbearable.

The king of Calida slowly approached Ravia, without his horse. He walked closed and Ravia did the same. The king stopped his defeated march as Ravia towered over him. She dropped on her shins again, leaning in towards the king.

“So, what was that about me not being able to win?” Ravia said snidely, smiling. The king didn’t respond, his head down.

“I have failed my city and my country. You win.” The king said.

“Aw, don’t feel bad, little one. Your men were fun to play with. Even helped me get even bigger.” Ravia said. The king cocked his head up towards her, his eyes widened. He rolled his eyes back slowly and shut his lids, realizing his mistake.”

“How could I be so stupid? You wanted this to happen.” The kind said, grabbing his head in frustration. Ravia didn’t respond.

“I have failed as a king and as such, I concede my life to you. All I ask is you spare my wife. Do what you must to my city.”

“You know, I was going to pillage your city and have your subjects as my dinner, but I’m feeling very friendly today.” Ravia said. She leaned even more towards the king.

“You march back to your city and you get every single provision you have in there; I’m talking bread, meat, wine, water- anything and everything. Pack it in cart and present it to me. Do that and I let your tiny city and precious wife live. Deal?” Ravia said. The king nodded. She beckoned the king to start moving and he did. He headed back in a slow walk. For the king, it was nearly a 2 mile walk from the plains of war.

“Today!” Ravia yelled, stamping the ground. The king flinched and broke out into a sprint. Ravia waited over and hour and a half, her stomach angrily growling and paining her abdomen. Ravia groaned as she loathed the feeling of starvation but loathed even more the annoyance of emptying her stomach. Soon enough and in the distance, Ravia could see what had to be nearly 50 wagons stuffed to the brim full of goods. Ravia’s eyes opened widely, her stomach growling even harder with food in sight. As the people below brought their respective wagons to Ravia, they dropped the handles and sprinted back to the city. The king stood before Ravia, stripped of his armor.

“I have been exiled.” The no-so king of Calida spoke.

“Shame.” Ravia uncaringly said. She didn’t even waste a moment to dive for a wagon, picking it up with 2 fingers and tossing the entire cart of provisions into her mouth. Loud noises sounded from her mouth as Ravia chewed away at the wagon, breaking it down to nothingness before swallowing. Her stomach thanked her for the small amount of sustenance.

“Now, little man. I think you knew this was coming.” Ravia said.

“Yes.” The de-throned king said. His voice was lifeless, as was his body as he stood motionless.

“It was a valiant effort; I have to say. But remember,” Ravia said as she reached for the man, grabbing him with 2 fingers.  “I always win.” Ravia said. Opening her mouth, Ravia dangled the man high above her mouth, her neck craned back. Ravia dropped the man and watched as he dropped into her mouth, tumbling down her throat. Soon he would be joining his son and soon he would dissipate into nothingness, just another addition to her waste in the morning. Ravia excitedly swept up all the wagons, its contents falling out and into her cupped hands. She held all the goods in her 2 hands, carefully cupping them as she tore across the plains giant sized and headed back to Brand. As she arrived at the small hut, Ravia crouched down and dropped all the wagons and goods onto the floor near the hut, creating a giant pile of food. She let out a happy sigh as Ravia bent down, ripped the roof from the home and plucked out the still injured Brand.

“Hello, thief.” Ravia said. She held him with two fingers as Ravia dropped her ass to the floor, the ground shaking. Ravia leaned back against the hut, though it barely even served as a backrest to her 150-foot stature.

“You-you’re much bigger than before.” Brand nervously said.

“This right here.” Ravia said, pointing at the pendant of Ava. “Now be quiet and be a good slave and rub my feet. Stepping on so many tiny men makes it very sore.” Ravia outstretched her feet and tossed Brand towards them, his body tumbling. He cried out in pain as his recently crushed arm dragged against the floor. Ravia fiddled with her feet, pushing the bloodied and gore-stained sandals off. Her feet were hot, emanating a fiery aura. Caked in dirt and dripping with sweat, Ravia stuffed her horrid smelling foot into Brand. He fell back a bit but quickly rose from his feet and began massaging her massive soles, frightened of Ravia. Ravia let out a relaxed sigh.

“Life’s good when you’re me.” Ravia said. The pile of food by her side, Ravia relaxed as she downed the many stacks of meat, bread and drinks.

“And when you’re done there, my asshole is going to need a good spit shine. With all this food, oh boy I am going to have to drop a nice load in the morning!” Ravia yelled, laughing. Brand shook his head in disgust, still contemplating where he would be if he just let Ravia die on that mountain.

Ravia returned back to the small hut after emptying her stomach. She plucked Brand from his sleep, the roof still ripped off from before and dangled him in front of her face.

“Rise and shine, slave,” Ravia said, happy she woke him from his slumber. “Time to move onto a new province to play with.”

Ravia spoke with Elder Alton in the morning. He explained their next step was in the neighboring province of Falzia. There, they would find the second piece of Ava’s pendant. Though uncertain of where it was, Ravia was sure that it wouldn’t be an easy task.

Repurposed to bring life, the pendant piece is now by the least. Guarded by knowledge and bitterness, duality the key to it all.

More garbage rhetoric, Ravia thought to herself when Alton hummed his cryptic message. The messages were far too vague and far too smart for Ravia’s own good. She was a brute that no man could face, but any man could outsmart the giantess.

“Are you traveling that big?” Brand asked.

“Yes. Why does it matter to you, thief?”

“Well, I just figured that it be better to lie low as we travel and I don’t think I would be able to keep up with you.”

“Are you saying I’m not powerful enough to protect myself?” Ravia asked with a face of fury.

“Gods! No! I didn’t mean it by that.” Brand’s voice was hurried and frightful. Ravia only laughed.

“You are so pathetically scared, you know that, thief?” Ravia said, twirling him about. “As for you keeping up, fear not. You can ride with me, little man. Now, do you want lie between my tits?” Ravia said, slowly bringing her towards her massive breasts. Brand’s heart began to race and he could feel an all too familiar feeling down in his trousers. Ravia began to laugh as she tugged him away from her breasts.

“You wish, thief. You’re my slave and there’s only one spot you’re worthy to be in.” Ravia said, smirking. Ravia began to lower Brand towards her hips. His mind went into a frenzy, trying to pinpoint exactly where he would get to be. His stomach began to churn as Ravia began to move him closer and closer to her ass. Ravia grabbed her thong like attire and pulled it to the side, and spread her massive ass cheeks with 2 fingers. Brand began to flail about, seeing exactly where his resting place would be. Ravia chuckled, pushing him closer and closer. Brand plugged his nose; a pungent smell wafted from Ravia’s ass.

“You’ll have to excuse the smell, dear,” Ravia said. “all that food I ate last night was just begging to come out this morning!” Ravia laughed maniacally, relishing in her display of power. Ravia slammed Brand against her anus, the force dazing him. His hands fell from clutching his nose and the horrid stench immediately refocused him. Brand kicked and pleaded, pushing against her skin. With one light push, Brand found himself shoved into Ravia’s anus, head first. Half his body remained on the outside. Brand wriggled about, desperately trying to get free as he found his arms trapped and unable to move. His attempts only excited Ravia, hearing her lightly moan and push Brand inside a tiny bit more.

“Enjoy your stay in there, thief.” Ravia said, as she pulled her thong back between her ass crack. Brand continued to occasionally wriggle around, Ravia getting increasingly hornier at each escape attempt. The journey to Falzia was short, considering it was right next to Calida, just southwest of it and west of the plains of war. Falzia was a peaceful province. Twice the size of Calida and most, if not all farmland, rarely anything happened in the province. No king governed it as the farmers had no quarrels. Occasionally a thief or two would try their luck at the workers, but they were well equipped to hold their own. Acres and acres of flat lands, farms full of animals and various crop was the heart and soul of Falzia. To most, Falzia was a peaceful, prosperous land; to Ravia, it was an area of easy pickings. After crossing the invisible border that divided Falzia and Calida, Ravia already noticed the clear distinctions of the 2 provinces. The flora of Falzia was breathtaking: lush expanses of bright green grass, trees double the height that Ravia had ever seen, healthy and strong looking as ever; fields of beautiful flowers sat peacefully, ranging of all sorts of vibrant, lush colors; wild animals roamed the land, groups of deer, horses, smaller animals like rabbits and foxes all scurried about. Falzia was so polarizing to Calida, almost as if a god had been looking over the province, blessing it with life. Ravia’s stomach grumbled at the sight of all the animals; such a huge amount of fresh meat, waiting for the giantess to devour only caused her endless hunger to become more apparent. There were no dirt paths to be seen for miles. Ravia walked straight, her giant footfalls desecrating the healthy land below. Her giant steps crushed the flowers and grass into mush and some smaller animals unlucky enough to cross paths with her. Ravia continued straight, completely uncaring of her destructive path. Ravia grinned as she spotted a small village; the smell of freshly baked bread wafted up and towards Ravia. She breathed in heavily, intaking the fresh smell.

“Ahh! Fresh bread.” Ravia said, her stomach responding back too. “You smell that too, thief? Oh right, of course not, haha!” Ravia said, laughing as she slapped her ass. Brand wriggled about.

“Well, let’s go see if this village wants to share with little ol’ me.” Ravia said as she began stomping towards the village.

A young woman hummed a soft tune as she stood before a massive wall of iron. Dozens of little square holes lined all along the wall. In each square, laid a delightful piece of bread, all slowly baking. Kayla loved being the village’s baker; every morning she’d wake and hum a soft tune as she skipped to her shop, baking well over 100 loafs of fresh bread every morning. The decadent smell of the loafs funneled out from the shops chimney, enveloping over the entire town. Farmers from all around Falzia would venture out to Kayla’s shop just to purchase a loaf of her bread. Kayla removed a row of 6 loafs from the oven wall, bringing it outside to cool. She poked and prodded each one, testing its softness and deciding whether she did a good job. Removing her gloves, Kayla readied to head off to each villager’s home, knocking on their door to wake them to the smell of bread. As Kayla began to move, her footing felt odd. In the distance, she could have sworn she heard some sort of thudding noise. Paying no mind to it, Kayla began to head for the houses behind the shop.

BOOM! A massive noise echoed out towards the front of the shop. The ground shook and Kayla found herself on the floor, the earthquake-like feeling sending her falling to her knees. She quickly rose up, dashing towards the front of the shop. Kayla’s heart raced and her jaw dropped as she watched Ravia terrorizing the village. Her foot sunk deep into a villager’s home, rubble and debris littered all around the giantess’ foot. A villager scampered from the home, barely getting out from the destruction. Ravia’s foot dragged outward and hovered over the villager. He looked up in time before Ravia dropped her foot on him, a loud squishing noise followed by a footfall. Kayla screamed in terror as Ravia lifted her foot, revealing the now mangled and bloodied mess of her fellow villager. Looking up, Kayla found herself directly in line of Ravia’s sight. With a sly grin, Ravia bent down and snatched the woman from her shop’s store front.

“Oh my, your bread smells oh so delightful, little one!” Ravia said playfully. The woman was in far too much shock to respond. She only kicked and screamed. Ravia dropped on her shins, crushing a view more houses with her massive legs and placing Kayla between her breasts. Ravia reached down and snagged the tray of bread cooling down dumping the small loafs onto her tongue and chewed.

“Mmmm! Gods this is the best bread I’ve ever fucking had!” Ravia said, chewing the bread some more. She swallowed and let out a sigh.

“More, more!” Ravia said, her eyes widened. The giantess spared no time ripping the roof of the stone building off, revealing the oven wall full of still baking bread. Ravia placed a finger on both sides of the oven wall and twisted, snapping it out from the building itself, leaving it “U” shaped from her view. Ravia carefully brought the oven wall full of bread towards her mouth. She craned her neck up and held the wall over it, tapping it like a pepper shaker. Ravia watched in glee as dozens upon dozens of breads fell into her mouth. She moaned as her taste buds welcomed the unfamiliar taste of freshly baked bread. Forgetting how hot the bread must be, Ravia’s eyes widened as she opened her mouth and tried to blow on the bread singing away at her tongue

“Gah, fuck! Hot, hot, hot!” Ravia said, fanning her mouth. She quickly swallowed down the bread, sad she couldn’t savor it. Ravia plucked Kayla from her breasts and held her to her eyes.

“I. Need. More. That bread, oh gods! Please, you must have more.” Ravia said, pleading. The bread was so delightful that the giant barbarian hadn’t realized she was begging a tiny woman for more food. Kayla tried to speak, but her fear got the better of her. She barely blurted out “over there” and pointed down towards a large storage building. Ravia smiled and lurched forwards, placing kayla back into her cleavage. Her knee scraped through the village, destroying the bakery as she inched forwards. Kayla watched in anger as Ravia wiped away her beloved bakery as she gluttoned for more bread. Ravia picked up the large building with her left hand and holding it onto her palm. Ravia brought her right hand towards the building, digging her pinky through a window in the front. Hooking it, Ravia pulled, tearing off the front portion of the building. Her eyes widened as Ravia was greeted with what seemed like almost a thousand loafs of bread, all neatly packaged and stacked. Ravia giggled with joy and spared no expense dumping the hundreds of loafs onto her tongue. She chewed wildly, enjoying even the packaging.

“I think I’ll have some good use for you, little one.” Ravia said, chewed bread all in her mouth. “I’ll make you my second slave and you can bake me all the bread in the world!” How does that sound?” Ravia said.

“No! Why in all the god’s names would I ever help you?” Kayla said, defiantly. Ravia sounded so casual as she offered to enslave Kayla, sounding like it was normal.

Ravia shrugged “Oh. Okay, suite yourself then.” Ravia said. She plucked Kayla from her breasts and tossed her into her mouth. Ravia dumped the remaining loafs of bread into her mouth and began to chew. Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs as Ravia chewed into the bread, her tongue sending the baker flying about. Bits and pieces of chewed bread and saliva stuck to the baker as she desperately tried to gain control. One bounce hurled the baker towards Ravia’s teeth. Her teeth inched open for a moment and chomped down to break down more bread. Kayla’s legs got caught between them, ripping straight off. Kayla screamed as her legs spewed blood, her bones clearly visible. Kayla bounced again, her arms getting bitten off. She screamed and screamed, her vision getting blurry from all the blood loss. Kayla’s cries of pain came to an abrupt stop as Ravia bit down again to chew the bread, this time chomping the woman in two. Her dismembered body parts flailed about in Ravia’s mouth, before she swallowed it down along with all the bread, blood and spilled insides of the poor baker.

Ravia let out a deep sigh, covering her mouth as she released a silence burp. Slapping her stomach with her right hand, Ravia outstretched her left behind her, crashing it into a home.

“That hit the spot! Gods, I can’t say it enough; that was the best bread I’ve ever eaten.” Ravia continued to dream about the bread some more, sad the baker refused her irresistible offer of being her personal slave. Ravia laid down, the huge intake of carbs making her sleepy. She stretched out her body, not caring about the many buildings she crushed to find comfort. She slowly rubbed her pussy but soon enough her hand dropped as Ravia fell into a deep sleep, Brand still deep inside her anus.

As Ravia slept, she dreamed again about the giantess with fiery eyes and her unwinnable battle with her. Again, as Ravia found herself at deaths door, the demonic voice that she heard on the plains of war cried out to her.

“Move!” the demonic voice said, jolting her awake. Ravia’s eyes flicked open and widened to the sight of a massive firestorm began falling down on her. Ravia quickly rolled to her side, bringing a number of houses with her a she rolled to a standing position. She quickly dove away, landing on her front and shaking the ground. Ravia lifted her chest up and looked back; a huge firestorm fell down upon the village she was using as a resting place. The vile fireballs dug into the ground, exploding on contact. Lava spewed out, burning the entire village. All that was left was the small border wall that encased the village, the inside a soupy mess of lava and death. Ravia groaned, muttering that she forgot to pick up the cute man she saw before and planned on using for some fun after she woke. Now he was probably no more than a pile of ash. Ravia twirled onto her back and pulled herself into a sitting position. Spreading her legs wide, Ravia reached for her anus and pulled Brand out. The thief was unconscious, but Ravia jiggled him awake.

“Rise and shine, thief. You have fun in there?” Ravia asked. Brand looked disoriented, almost as if he was blind.

“The-the smell…..” brand said, unable to say anything else.

“Oh, don’t be a brat. Be honored you were in the care of me. Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad..” Ravia said as she brought Brand close and took a whiff. She reeled back, her too surprised of her stench.

“Never mind that,” She said, not admitting the smell bothered her too. “We have bigger problems.” Ravia said, pointing to the lava filled village.

“Who the hell did that?” Brand said, the devilish sight jolting him awake.

“No idea, but I feel like however did, will lead us straight to a second pendant!” Ravia excitedly said. Ravia watched the sky; She pointed her hand outwards, placing it on the trail of black smoke the firestorm created. She dragged her finger, following the trail in the sky.

“Ah-ha!” Ravia said, finding the epicenter of the magic spell. She broke out into a sprint, eager to find the second pendant.

Ravia sprinted through the meadows of Falzia. The barrage of magic fireballs continued to arch over the clear sky and plummet towards her as she ran. She bobbed and weaved, side stepping the ones that came too near. Who could be hurling those? Ravia asked herself. The balls of magic had the same purplish look like the hellkite dragon; Ravia thought for a moment but quickly shook her head. She was certain it couldn’t be the dragon; she watched its flattened and mangled body lie limp atop that mountain when she stepped on it. A fireball nicked Ravia’s shoulder as she was deep in thought- the pain was immense, sending Ravia a bit off balance. She nearly tripped, but quickly regained her step and began sprinting again, tearing up the grass and fauna. She tried to focus but the fireball did a number on her shoulder. Brand desperately tried not to throw up as he was tossed and turned in Ravia’s fist. She was fully grown to 150, so he fit quite “comfortably” in her grasp. As Ravia continued to dash through the open meadows, her giant footsteps tearing up the ground and her immense body knocking over any tree in her path, the barrage of fireballs stopped. In the distance, a bright light shone. Ravia watched it with caution, unsure what is was. Her eyes lit up bright and she quickly stepped to the side, twirling her body. A ray of magic shot straight across; if she stayed, she would definitely die with no hope of the pendant coming to her aid. Ravia screamed out in pain, however as her voluptuous body betrayed her; a small portion of the beam came into contact with her breasts. She fell to her knees and gazed at her chest; the beam ate straight through her chainmail and tore straight into her body, her skin slightly singed and mutilated. She let out a sigh of relief when she confirmed her precious assets were still intact. Fumed, Ravia turned straight and dashed back to her target, now with even more vigor and destruction in each step.

Ravia finally found her target. In an open field, filled with flowers and trees Ravia has never seen, shining bright, ethereal colors, stood an old man. He was withered and grey, his beard reaching to his pelvis. His posture was terrible, hunched over and breathing heavily, his body shaking with each breath. He wore an oversized robe that covered all but his face. In his left hand he held a large staff, seemingly made from a tree trunk. In his right, a miniature ball of fire, eerily similar to what Ravia had been recently dodging.

“So, you’re the one who’s been throwing that shit?” Ravia said, angrily.

“And so, you are the one who is terrorizing my province, killing innocents and the nature around them.” The old man wheezed out. “Begone, and I will spare your life.”

Ravia laughed. “You can’t be serious. Have you looked at yourself, you old fuck? Why don’t you tell me where the next pendant is and maybe I’ll spare you from ripping each and every limb from your body!” Ravia screamed, stomping a foot into the ground.

“You gargantuan oaf! You lack discipline. If you don’t leave here now, I will put you down from where you stand.” The wizard said.

“Are you as stupid as you look old? If you haven’t forgotten, I’m over a hundred fucking feet tall and you look like you can’t even walk!” Ravia laughed. “Suit yourself old man, I enjoy stepping on bugs like you.” Ravia grinned, stomping towards the wizard. She towered over him, and rose her foot. The wizard kept his posture, not even looking up at Ravia. With one motion, Ravia slammed her foot into the ground. The ground shook and a loud boom echoed out; her foot sunk into the soft soil. Ravia grinned, twisting her foot into the ground.

“Stupid, delusional fool.” Ravia said. She slowly lifted her foot to see her freshly stomped kill. Her eyes widened; There was nothing but soil pressed against her boot.

“What the fu-” but before Ravia could finish, she felt an incredible stinging sensation in her left leg and found herself gazing up to the sky as her body slammed into her earth. Ravia batted her eyelids, unable to understand how she even ended up on the floor but to her right was the wizard, sneering at her.

“You’re pathetic.” The wizard retorted. Ravia growled and walloped her giant fist into the wizard. She quickly lifted her fist to find she missed yet again.

“Graaaah!” Ravia growled loudly. She quickly rose from her stance, dropping Brand from her grasp.

“Kill this fucker if you see an opening, but don’t get in my way or I’ll step on you after!” Ravia said, berating her slave. She flicked him as means of encouragement. Brand flew away from Ravia but he quickly rose up and readied a battle stance.

“You, there!” The wizard yelled out to Brand. “Is she holding you captive?” he asked. Brand didn’t respond.

“I will free you! Maybe help me topple this fool and we can be finished sooner!” The wizard said. Ravia shot a death stare at Brand. He gulped, sweat lining his forehead. He shook his head and readied his dagger towards the wizard.

“Pitiful.” The wizard said. With one quick flick of his staff, the wizard shot a beam of magic at Brand. The blast hit him directly, sending him to the ground. He groaned loudly; blood caked across his chest.

“Useless fucking tool!” Ravia said angrily. She absolutely hated losing and seeing her plaything getting battered around only annoyed her further. A quick thought to just step on him now and take him out of the equation crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it as there was more pressing matters to attend to.

Ravia summoned a huge war axe from her ancestors and charged at the wizard. She was still fully grown as she raised the blade high above her head and slammed it into the ground. Ravia cleaved through the ground, the blade getting stuck deep into the soil. Again, she missed and found herself at the mercy of the Wizard. Seemingly teleporting in front of her, Ravia watched as the Wizard pointed his staff and shot a devastating beam of energy straight at her face. She was too slow and again found herself on the floor. Ravia’s stomach began to churn. She hadn’t been on the losing end this badly since her time in Alvita; bitterly losing against someone she holds a heavy grudge for. As Ravia opened her eyes, her face burning wildly in pain and wiping away the blood from her face, she found herself right at the epicenter of a barrage of magic fireballs. Too late to move, Ravia Covered her face and bared the brunt of the attack. For once, she cursed her skimpy attire as she felt each and every fireball collide with her body. Ravia screamed, her cries more no more battle cries but instead ones of pain. As the last fireball dropped, thankfully missing her, Ravia found herself subconsciously shrinking; her body unable to stay giant while under so much pain and stress. Her legs wobbled as Ravia slowly brought herself up. The wizard slowly walked towards her, his face in disgust.

“And what were those words?” He asked “You enjoy stepping on bugs like me?” The wizard slammed his cane against Ravia’s jaw, bringing her 8 foot stature closer to the ground.

“Your own hubris is your weakness. You’re too blind to humble yourself. For that, you die.” The wizard Grabbed Ravia’s hair and yanked her downwards, closer to his face. She yelled out, but was too exhausted to retaliate. His free hand began conjuring magic, deathly close to Ravia’s face.

“Any final remarks?” The wizard asked, ready to blast Ravia’s face off.

“Yeah,” Ravia said with great pain, grabbing his free hand and crushing his wrist. The wizard yelped in pain, his body twisting a bit. “You underestimate my strength.” Ravia rocked her head back and slammed it against the wizard’s. His body went limp for a moment, slowly flying back, but Ravia grabbed him by his beard and yanked her back towards him. The shooting pain jolted him back into focus just in time to see Ravia’s fist fly straight into his face, crushing his nose. He screamed with each blow Ravia dealt, as she repeatedly dealt crushing blows to his midriff. The wizard coughed blood from his mouth, his face broken and battered. With all her might, Ravia pulled her leg up to her chest and extended it out hard, kicking the wizard square in his chest. The force was immense, Ravia feeling his ribcage shattering. The wizard flew far away, his body skipping and flopping across the ground. His body laid limp and lifeless.

He was finally dead.

Ravia let out a deep sigh of relief and started laughing.

“You had no chance, old man! Haha!” Ravia said but even she knew deep down she got lucky. Her body still ached immensely from the magic attacks, even the attacks from his cane still hurting. The first piece of Ava’s pendant quickly healed Ravia, but she found herself at the mercy of any magic attack even more than before. Her body was still heavily singed and bruised though Ravia found it odd that her chainmail armor was seemingly untouched.

“Thief! Where are you?” Ravia called out. “You better not be dead, because after that I deserve a good fucking!” Ravia laughed. She began relaxing and unwinding, mildly pleasuring herself to get excited.

What Ravia failed to notice was that the ground began to shine and eerie color. Before she could react, Ravia found her feet snagged at and bound by thick roots. She tugged and pulled at them but the roots did not budge. Confused, Ravia looked around. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the wizard slowly come to a stand, his body bruised and beaten. Not bothering to get the last laugh, the wizard quickly crouched down and slammed his hand onto the ground. The same odd glow the ground gave off encased all around the wizard, chanting in an odd dialect, the wizard rose up and began channeling a powerful magic into his staff. Ravia’s heart began to race wildly. Quickly thinking how to escape, Ravia rapidly began to grow but even that failed as the thick roots lashed out and grabbed her entire body, squeezing and applying force. It was futile, however, as Ravia found herself halted at 50 feet, unable to grow anymore, the roots still unbreakable as ever.  Ravia’s mind began to race, her heart seemingly beating out of her chest; fear struck her. She was so certain that victory was hers, how could she fail to miss something so crucial?

Not again, please. Ravia said to herself. I can’t die again; I can’t lose again. Ravia could feel a tear in her eye as she stood helpless, Elder Alton’s prophecy echoing through her mind;

Hubris will befall you. The wizard screamed and stretched his staff towards Ravia. The staff glowed wildly and a bright beam of pure magic energy shot from it. It was rainbow colored and so powerful that it seemed to emit its own heat and distort time and space around it. Ravia could only watch as her imminent death encroached. She closed her eyes and couldn’t stop thinking how weak she was.

Ravia screamed louder than she ever did, her cries of pure desperation and fear. The beam eviscerated her, shredding her armor off in an instant and melting away her skin. The roots immediately broke, unable to hold back the immense power. Ravia immediately shrunk down, but her body couldn’t move. No matter how much she begged herself to just move to the fucking side, she couldn’t. The beam came to an abrupt stop and Ravia simply fell back, her body collapsing onto the floor. The wizard was panting loudly, the attack too taking a great toll on him. His staff was completely burnt away and all that remained was ash on the ground. He slowly walked towards Ravia; his breaths ragged.

“How are you possibly still alive?!” The wizard said, barely able to get his sentence out. Ravia laid there, motionless. Her breathing was shallow and forced and the only thing she could do was move her eyes and follow the wizard. She laid on the floor, her arms and legs outstretched, her nude body burnt and unrecognizable.  The wizard began channeling more magic into his hand, readying his hopefully, final blow. As she was bringing his hand towards Ravia’s head, the wizard gasped and wheezed.

“You fool.” He simply said. “You’ll doom the entire world.” The wizard paused for one last moment before his body gave out and he fell to the floor. Behind him was Brand. The thief watched Ravia in fright. For a moment though, Brand wanted to just end it all. He was right there- all he had to do was drive that sword into her heart and he would be free. ‘She’s basically dead, just fucking do it!’ His mind begged him. ‘Why are you so fucking weak? Kill that bitch!’ No more would he be some giant’s plaything; no more would he be treated less than a human being. He gripped the blade intensely to the point his hand went white. Even Ravia herself knew what he was thinking. She thought back to how terrible she treated him and how much he tried to help her. A twinge of guilt struck across her and for once in her entire life, Ravia felt remorse as she gazed at Brand; his face looking drained and exhausted. The day she held him captive he was so full of energy. Now, his posture was terrible, his face drained and his expression lifeless.

Brand gripped the blade tighter and finally sighed. He slowly put the blade back in his sheathe. Ravia’s Eyes widened as she watched Brand crouch next to Ravia’s body, trying to think about how he could carry her. He got flustered, knocking his hands against his head until he finally snapped.

“Oh, for once, just once, suck up your fucking pride and shrink so I can fucking carry you!” Brand screamed, his face deep with sadness and regret. Ravia just closed her eyes and allowed her body to shrink down to her true size; Brand sighed and slowly picked her up. No matter where he grabbed, pain struck through her entire body, though she couldn’t even muster the strength to scream.

Brand slowly walked down the meadows of Falzia with Ravia in his arms, desperately searching for refuge and the same time pondering his sanity as this would be the second time he could have escaped her grasps but defied it. 

Ravia’s eyes slowly opened. As her senses slowly returned to her, so did the immediate hunger pangs, horridly sore joints and the always uncomfortable feeling of her new layer of skin. Though, none of that bothered her because she was more than happy to be alive after that encounter. There was no way Ravia was beating the wizard; she knew that and had to bitterly accept that without Brand, her journey would have ended there. Elder Alton’s words echoed in her mind while she slept in her pseudo-coma.

Hubris will befall you. He was right. No matter how much she hated to admit it, being bigger won’t make her unstoppable, especially with new and more powerful mages popping up all over the country. Ravia’s gaze was met with a roof. She slowly rose, looking about. She was in a cabin, but no clue where she was in the country. Ravia’s eyes locked with a massive mound of food on top a table and her stomach growled immensely. She laid there, frozen for a moment before dashing off the bed, plopping herself onto the chair and immediately chowed down. Berries, bread, meat and vegetables, Ravia stuffed her face full of food. She didn’t stop until she felt sick to her stomach and knew that was enough for the day.

The cabin door slowly began to crane open and in slipped Brand. He closed the door behind him, threw his rucksack to the side and let out a deep sigh. As he turned around, the sight of Ravia frightened him. He recoiled back, slamming into the door, dropping his head down. His cheeks flushed with red.

“S-s-sorry!” He said. “I was looking for material for your clothes.” Brand said, still not looking at Ravia. She watched the thief with confusion. As she shifted herself in her chair, Ravia realized her ass was sitting on the chair bare. She gazed down and found herself completely naked; save for the indestructible pendant of Ava. It seems the chainmail armor didn’t magically reappear this time. She smiled and looked back to Brand.

“My body bothers you that much?” Ravia jokingly asked. Brand flinched, almost expecting Ravia to hit him. “No! Not that. I’m sorry.” Brand said.

“What are you apologizing for?” Ravia asked.

“I, uh, I don’t know I’m sorry, please.” Brand said, his voice hurried and frightened. It took a while for Ravia to realize that Brand was still terrified of her. The simple action of Ravia locking eyes with him made the thief shudder. Any movement she made, Brand mimicked, tensing his body.

“It’s alright. Calm yourself, thief.” Ravia said. She beckoned him to come closer, but Brand wouldn’t budge. Ravia groaned. She rose from her seat and headed towards the bed, snatching the bedsheet and draping it around her body. She didn’t realize it herself, but Ravia was still at her true height. Brand slowly looked up, confirming Ravia’s now covered body and slowly inched towards her. He sat down on the chair, furthest away from her.

“I suppose you deserve some kind of gratitude, but I don’t do thank yous.” Ravia said. Brand remained silent, keeping minimal eye contact.

“I am, however, not a total asshole. You get 3 questions, of any form and I will answer them.” Ravia said. Still no response from Brand.

“Deal?” She asked once again. Brand only nodded.

“Then ask away, before I come to my senses and only grant you one question.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Brand stammered, trying not be tongue tied. “why are you able to heal yourself so quickly? When I picked you up, I could literally see your bones. Your entire skin was charred and unrecognizable and it’s literally been no more than a day and you’re good as new. How is that possible?” Brand asked. His curiosity filled him with slightly more courage as he found himself keeping his gaze with the barbarian.

“This,” Ravia said, tapping the pendant of Ava. “Without this, I would have stayed charred. It’s kept me alive for the dragon too. I’m usually very strong against just about any form of attack, but magic is my clan’s biggest weakness. With this pendant, it has been giving me more and more powers. I can grow larger and bring forth more weapons of my ancestors. Though I found it gave me more weaknesses too. Magic hurts so fucking much now and gods, I feel twice as hungry.” Ravia said. Brand sat there, digesting all the new info. Before Ravia could speak again, Brand jumped the gun and asked away his second question. Ravia couldn’t help but smile a bit, seeing Brand so energetic.

“Ok this one is a bit of a personal one, but I just have to know. Why do you, uh-uh, you know like when you’re big, why do you, uh,” Brand said. His face grew red hot trying to get the words out. Ravia looking in confusion but soon realized what he meant.

“You’re going to ask me why I eat, sleep piss and shit mostly when I am giant, aren’t you?” Ravia said. Brand gulped and turned away, his embarrassment getting the better of him.

“Mostly the shitting part, yes.” Brand said. Ravia burst out into laughter.

“Fair enough. My ability to grow has been in our clan for generations, since the time of the gods. We never always had these powers. You see, in the beginning, my ancestors were just normal Barbarians. They couldn’t grow, they couldn’t summon weapons and they died as easily as a normal human. One day, the gods decided to bestow us this ability; a gift if you will and because of this, the Barbarians became untouchable. No other being could grow and dominate like we could. Naturally, my ancestors abused this, dominated the entire world, pillaging, killing and abusing as they pleased. This angered the gods, and as a punishment, made magic fatal to us and put a tremendous burden on growing. You see, when I grow, I use a lot of my strength and energy. It may not look like it but inside, I am concentrating hard, trying to keep my energy up. As a final fuck you from the gods, they intensified that burden to the point where a large population of the old giant clan perished because when they shrunk down to their normal size, the exhaustion and hunger from when they were giant stayed, so you had a man just over 6 feet tall trying to take on the tiredness of a 50 foot tall man. They died on the spot, the exhaustion and hunger shutting their bodies down. Once we finally realized, we spent generations more mastering this fatal weakness. I stay giant because if I were to shrink down so quickly, I would probably die from exhaustion. Same as it would be if I was hungry or if I needed to empty my stomach. It is why I remain giant.” Ravia said.

Brand stayed there silently, taking everything in. Ravia noticed him clenching his fists, not saying a word. He didn’t jump to ask his third question like he did with his second, which started to get Ravia a little nervous.

“Final question.” Brand said. He loosened his fist and took a deep sigh.

“I don’t care that you’ve taken me prisoner, I’ve come to terms with it and understand that it’s my fault anyways for being in this mess. But why, why do you kill so many innocent people and destroy everything in your path? What joy do you get from stepping on the helpless? Devouring the rest?” Brand asked. His face was focused and for once, he was watching Ravia straight to her face. Butterflies began flowing about in Ravia’s stomach as she began feeling uneasy from such a loaded question. She watched Brand back, unsure herself how to answer that. Had he asked before her journey, the answer would have been easy; killing people was fun, same as destroying their homes and using them as her plaything. There was nothing she quite longed for other than dominating everyone and everything around her and the only way to achieve that was through senseless killing and destruction. But now, after her run in with the dragon and the wizard as well as Alton’s words, Ravia wasn’t so sure anymore.

“I can’t answer that right now.” Ravia said. A look of disappointment struck across Brand’s face. He was nearly about to ask why, but Ravia quickly cut him off.

“My turn. Ravia said, desperate to deflect Brand’s ultimate question.

“But,” Brand tried to say but Ravia wouldn’t let him speak.

“I promise you, I will answer that, but not now.” Ravia said. “my first question: Why did you even try to steal from me and kill me?” Ravia asked. Brand gulped and sighed but knew this was eventually coming.

“Oh man, yeah. I was in a tavern, drinking but I mostly hang around there to eavesdrop on others. I listened in on these two dudes talking. They kept talking about this “amazing bounty” that some king was putting on this woman. One of them kept going on about how much of an easy score it was going to be jumping a lone woman out in the woods and taking her necklace back for the king. I never knew you were a giant and neither did those 2 fools. They ended up leaving the bounty note on a table so I read it. Some king wanted you dead and was offering land, a home and a fortune to last a lifetime for your death and your necklace. The necklace was mandatory but your death was extra pay. I was desperate for the money, so I tried to do it. I’m sorry.” Brand said. Guilt struck his eyes as a sudden bout of sadness flowed through him, remembering why he’s even here.

Ravia ignored his apology. “Why do you need the gold? Do you even have a family?” Asked Ravia.

“I don’t have any proper skills to make a living off. I have no memory of my real parents. All I could remember was living in an orphanage as a baby and being thrown out when I hit 13. I spent my teens in the streets with all the other teens that got kicked out. We lived off stealing from the street vendors and robbing others in the night. By time I was an adult, I had no home or land to my name, not a single piece of gold and to make it worse, a small bounty on my head. This bounty on you looked like a life saver. I was stupid if I passed it up. All my life I’ve been alone.” Brand said. Ravia simply nodded, readying her final question.

“Which leads me to my third question. Why do you keep coming back to save me? Twice now you could have left me for dead. A day’s worth of me healing is more than enough for you to disappear from me without a trace. Why come back? Why live a slave to me?” Ravia asked. She didn’t want to, but similar to Brand it was a question she kept in her mind for a while.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know either. I’ve thought the exact same thing watching you burnt to a crisp. I just don’t know why. All my life I’ve been alone; I guess having some kind of company was nice, even though I’ve basically been your slave.” Brand said, laughing lightly though the pain in his voice was apparent. Ravia felt it too, finding herself deep with guilt. He’s treated the poor bastard like trash. Her eyes lit up after she ran his words back in her head a couple of times. All my life I’ve been alone.

“Gods.” Ravia said.

“Huh?” Brand replied, confused.

“You’re a virgin.” Ravia blurted out. Brand gasped and his face grew red head once again.

“No!” He yelled out.

“You can’t lie to me, thief. I know you’re lying through your teeth.” Ravia laughed, grinning ear to ear.

“You enjoy being around me because I’m a woman, isn’t it?” Ravia said, drilling him with embarrassing questions.

“I-uh-uh, well you are very pretty.” Brand said. He immediately cringed, damning himself for saying that.

“Ooooh, the thief has a crush on me I see!” Ravia said, continuing to berate him.

“Please.” Brand said. Ravia knew this was her moment; her thank you. Ravia leaned forwards and quickly grabbed a leg on Brand’s chair, dragging him closer. His eyes lit up as he found himself very close to Ravia. Ravia reached behind him, grabbing the back of the chair and twirling him around. The wooden chair made an awful sound as it twirled around, screeching about. Ravia inched closer towards Brand, removing the bed sheet. She began to slowly grow to her preferred ‘normal’ height and pulled Brand against her body. Her massive breasts squished against his back and neck as Ravia held him close to her. Ravia ran her right hand across his face, caressing his soft skin. She ran her hand down his body slowly, caressing his chest and stomach and soon enough reaching his waist.

“What are you doing?!” Brand yelled out.

“Sh-sh-sh,” Ravia said, shushing him. She leaned forward more, pressing her breasts around his body. Ravia grew to around 9 feet; just large enough to overpower Brand. Ravia leaned in; her mouth close to his ears.

“Well you see, thief. You’ve had your 3 questions and so have I and if you remember I just had a difficult battle with a wizard. When I win something of that grand scale, I love to enjoy the victory with some good food and some good company.” Ravia said, craning his neck towards all the eaten food.

“And I just finished eating.” Ravia said. Brand gulped, desperately trying to break free. Ravia slid her hand down Brand’s pants, finding his dick already fully erect. The combo of her voluptuous breasts squished against his back and her soft seductive sounding voice she put on was enough to get Brand riled.

“Any by the looks of it, you’re enjoying this too.” Ravia said, giggling.

“Wha-what are you going to do?” Brand asked, nervously. Ravia giggled again.

“Well, thief,” Ravia said close to his ears as she slowly began to kiss his neck, “You’re my slave and I want to be pleasured, so I’m going to have my way with you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Ravia said. She took her left hand that was holding Brand back and held his neck, craning his head up and to the side, diving in for a sloppy, tongue filled kiss. Brand moaned, some of discomfort but mostly of pleasure as Ravia shoved her tongue down his throat and fondled his genitals. Brand’s body began twitching about, which only excited Ravia. Ravia had Brand’s cock wrapped around her fingers as she slowly stroked it. It was average size but for Ravia right now, her hand completely dwarfed it. Ravia moaned, pulling her mouth away from Brand’s. He let out a gasp, trying to collect his breath as saliva dripped down his mouth.

“Mmm,” Ravia moaned. “You’re making me wet. I want your cock, thief.” Ravia said sensually. Brand was completely frozen now- between Ravia’s soft, voluptuous body pressed against him, or her surprisingly soft hands stroking him or her seductive voice, Brand found himself stunned and at the mercy of Ravia as if she was a siren to a sailor. Ravia stopped stroking the thief and picked him up and headed towards the bed. She threw him down and immediately jumped over him, her massive body taking up the entire bed. She spared no time ripping away at his clothes, revealing his naked body. She paused for a moment, realizing Brand too was quite scarred. She quickly ignored the scars and tried to focus on giving Brand the best moment of his life.

Brand laid motionless on the bed. His arms laid down by his sides, nervously grasping clumps of the bed sheet he laid upon. His legs did the same, nervously twitching and twirling, all in anticipation of the coming moments. Ravia struggled to lay on the bed, her 9 feet tall body too massive for the bed pushed against the wall. Ravia hopped off, the bed rising up and creaking. She gripped the bed legs and yanked them forwards, the steel legs scraping along the low-quality hardwood, tearing them up a bit as Brand swung with it. Satisfied, Ravia smirked and rose. She gazed at Brand’s eyes, then slowly craned it down to his massive erection. Ravia extended a leg forwards until it reached the opposite side of the bed and lowered herself into a squat; her pussy dripping with anticipation, running all along her thighs. In an instant, Ravia dropped to her knees, her body dropping to the bed and of course, on top of Brand. He let out a slight gasp, which would be normal when a 9-foot-tall goddess like Ravia drops on you. Ravia laid there, sizing herself with Brand. She licked her lips and moaned; domination was her strong suit and coincidentally her favorite thing to do in bed. Ravia leaned forward and began to kiss Brand. Wet and sloppy, Ravia continually defiled the thief’s mouth with her tongue as she casually grinded her pelvis against his. Brand slightly twisted and bucked his hips, his cock throbbing for more. Ravia pulled her mouth from Brand’s; saliva connected the two snapping off.

“I want your cock now, thief.” Ravia said, whispering in his ears. “Put it in.” Brand’s hairs on his body began to rise and his heart began racing as his arms felt like noodles as he slowly raised them from his side and closer to Ravia’s gigantic plump ass. Ravia watched Brand with intensity, smiling and waiting for his first touch. As Brand’s clammy hands finally clasped Ravia’s butt, she smiled and rose her hips a bit. Put it in, echoed into his head. Brand slowly slid his hand across her ass, surprised just at massive her butt truly was. Each movement he made caused his dick to throb and pulsate, which in turn only excited Ravia. Finally getting a hold of his own dick, Brand slowly pulled it back, his cock brushing against her stomach, passing through her thick pubic hair and finally in direct contact with her pussy. The feeling was mutual as the mere touch of his dick to her pussy flew Ravia into a frenzy. Her mouth began salivating and her body began twitching. As Brand finally held his cock straight, Ravia spared no time in dropped her body down, his cock sliding right in her wet pussy. Ravia let out a loud moan, her head rocking back and her eyes shutting closed. She licked her lips and brought her head back down, her eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Yes.” Was all Ravia spoke before she began jumping up and down on Brand’s cock, riding it. The bed furiously shook and the bed springs creaked. It was a miracle the lazily engineered bed held its frame as each passing bounce became more and more eratoc. Ravia laid upright, one hand playing with her hair and the other gently caressing her breasts. Brand just watched as Ravia bounced up and down- her eyes rolling back and the lids shutting and opening, her massive breasts bouncing up and down. Ravia enjoyed every moment of it, as did Brand, though he was desperately focused on not cumming too early. He hated to admit but Ravia simply crouching over him was nearly enough to make him burst. Now, the thing that he thought about the most at night- something he thought was a farfetched dream of ignorance was finally a reality and a quite amazing one too. Ravia alternated between slow rises and falls and quick bursts of intense riding. Soon enough though, even the giant barbarian herself grew tired. Her body was shiny and caked in sweat and her panting became louder and more forced. Ravia stopped her movements, Brand’s dick still deep within her.

“Your turn.” Ravia giggled as she slowly rose and pulled Brand’s dick from inside her. She pulled Brand from the bed and stole his spot, dropping her body on top of the bed. The bed barely matched her height as her legs draped off the end. Ravia laid flat on her stomach; her legs slightly spread apart. Brand Stood by the bed, patiently awaiting order. Ravia only glanced in his direction and smiled and Brand immediately dove behind her. His dick was heavily throbbing now and he could feel all the blood circulating at his tip. If he tried to stick his dick back into her vagina, he’d immediately cum and Brand instead crouched down and dove his head straight at Ravia’s pussy. He froze up, trying to recollect and past memories or experiences of eating a woman out and quickly remembered this was his first time. panicking, Brand quickly did some practice runs in the air. Soon enough his stomach began to churn and realized that there was far too much of a gap of nothingness, so Brand hoped for the best and stuck his face right into her pussy. Brand licked about, jabbing his tongue inside and making random shapes and letters with his tongue. His improvised actions worked, however, as he could hear her distinct moans. Brand continued, finding the confidence to grab her ass and squeeze it, giving it cautionary slaps. As Brand licked up and down, he began to gaze at Ravia’s anus. His body shuddered a bit but at this point, he doubts he would ever get a chance like this and said fuck it; he might as well try everything while he could. Brand started from the bottom of her pussy and slowly dragged his tongue up. As his tongue reached the entire length of Ravia’s pussy, he paused for a moment then dragged his tongue across her anus quickly. Ravia let out an incredible moan.

“Fuck! Yes!” Ravia squealed. “More! More!” Ravia continued, her voice seemingly begging. Brand obliged and began licking some more. Ravia’s body twitched with each lick, her toes curling and her hands gripping the bed frame. Brand stopped licking and began to rise up into a crouch. He held his cock in one hand, pointing it towards Ravia’s pussy while grasping her ass with the other. He toyed with her, brushing his cock against her massive pussy. Ravia giggled and slightly moaned at the acts of enticement. Brand slowly began to insert his dick inside Ravia’s pussy but just as he was about to fully push it in, Brand quickly pulled it up, rose slightly and thrusted his dick hard into Ravia’s anus. Ravia screamed, so loud in fact it nearly startled Brand.

“Yes!” She screamed. Brand thrusted and thrusted his hips clapping against Ravia’s ass cheeks. Each thrust let out a satisfying noise of skin against skin and Brand couldn’t take his eyes off the many ripples Ravia’s ass cheeks made as his pelvis thrusted into it. Brand for once felt powerful as he thrusted with all his might, even managing to be able to push Ravia herself forwards with his thrusts. He held her sides, pushing her ass together as he thrust. His dick was completely enveloped in Ravia’s massive rear, only occasionally seeing it pull out and back into her anus. Brand knew he was ready to burst soon. Between Ravia’s loud orgasmic cries and the sight of her ass bouncing around and rippling, Brand was ready to let out the biggest load he would probably ever produce in his entire life.

“Gah! I’m going to fucking cum!” Brand yelped out as his thrust became incredibly fast.

“Inside me!” Ravia yelled as she reached behind her and pulled Brand’s dick from her anus. She twirled around and rose her hips a bit. Brand sunk down and pushed his cock into Ravia’s pussy. He thrusted, looking straight but Ravia grabbed his chin and forced his eyes to lock with hers. Brand watched Ravia back as she smiled and moaned. He could feel his mouth was open and that he was probably making weird faces and lightly moaning, but fucking Ravia felt so good that he couldn’t care less. Brand’s cock began to grow warm and tingly and he knew it was time. With one final gasp and a thrust, Brand let his cock run wild as cum spewed out, filling up Ravia on the inside. Ravia watched Brand back; her face full of enjoyment as she felt Brand continuously cum. As Brand finally thrusted out his last spurt of cum, the exhaustion immediately hit him. Almost as if Ravia sucked his energy dry, Brand collapsed onto Ravia, his head falling nicely against her breasts. His dick slowly began to go limp and slid out of Ravia’s pussy, cum dripping out. Ravia smiled as the tuckered-out thief panted wildly. His breaths became slow and soon enough, Brand passed out against Ravia’s naked body. Ravia smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment of their bodies touching and her pussy filled.

“Ravia! Wake up!” A voice yelled. Ravia’s eyes cracked opened. Standing above her was Elder Alton. His face was red hot and had a look of fury.

“You had a good time, fucking your slave? The elder said, gesturing to the sleeping Brand laying on top of her.

“Yes, I was enjoying a nice nap until you arrived. What could you possibly want now?” Ravia asked.

“Can I see the pendant of Ava?” Alton asked.

“Is that really what you woke me fo-” Ravia said as she reached down for the pendant. Her heart skipped a beat and Ravia dove from the bed, tossing Brand to the side. Somehow, he still managed to stay asleep.

“Fuck!” Ravia yelled out, her back turned to the elder; though she could already imagine the look he had on his face.

“Go and get it. NOW.” The elder yelled.

“I don’t even know where it would be!” Ravia screamed out. “The dumbass wizard didn’t have it on him.”

Alton shook his head. “Gods, you truly are only brawn. Come with me.” The elder said as he drifted towards the door and phased through it. Ravia quickly got on her clothes and wiped away Brand’s cum still stuck against her thighs and stormed out the door.

Ravia chased after Alton through the meadows of Falzia and back to where she fought with the wizard. The ground had still been decimated from all of Ravia’s stomps and countless patches of flora were burnt away from the wizard’s powerful attacks. Ravia even saw the spot where she nearly died, though she quickly looked away from it. Even the wizard’s corpse was still there, lying lifeless in the dirt after Brand stabbed him. Elder Alton searched about, scanning the floor. He paused, deep in thought but quickly craned his head west and dashed off. Ravia quickly followed the elder to another meadow; though this one was quite different. The flora was far more alive and vibrant, the trees taller than the rest and their branches healthy as ever. Everything just seemed to be teeming with more life in that specific meadow.

“It’s here.” Alton said. Ravia looked about, confused as ever.

“Where? In a tree?” Ravia asked.

“No, you fucking idiot!” The elder said. Twirled his body back and looked in disgust towards Ravia.

“Sorry.” He said, immediately regretting his words after seeing Ravia’s embarrassed and saddened look.

“Think about it, Ravia. Why do you think everything looks so healthy here? In fact, why is Falzia’s plant life so healthy in general?” Alton asked.

“The pendant?” Ravia questioned.

“Exactly. The wizard was smart. He was the only one with the knowledge to refashion the pendant and give it purpose. He drew from the pendant’s strength and gave Falzia new life.” Alton said. “But now we must take it.”

Ravia moved towards a patch of soil that gave off an odd glow. She crouched down, looking at it. As she reached down to dig the pendant out, Alton stopped her.

“You understand that once you remove that pendant from the soil, Falzia won’t be the same anymore?” Alton said.

“Yes, but what choice do I have? What’s the point in making me feel even worse now?” Ravia asked.

“You’re right, I apologize, Ravia. I’m being far too harsh with you right now.” Alton said, bowing.

 Alton remained silent and awaited Ravia’s next action. She turned back to the radiating soil and took a deep breath. Ravia drove her fist into the ground, immediately getting a hold of the pendant. As Ravia ripped the pendant from the soil, the ground began to shake. An eerie, white glow burst out from the pendant, knocking Ravia off balance. Nearly instantly, the flora around Ravia rapidly aged and withered. The colorful patches of flowers quickly dried and turned gray; the grass becoming yellow; the trees falling apart. Ravia rose from her crouch, clutching the pendant in her hand.

“It’s time to ascend.” Alton said. “Falzia is now a wasteland, but it is a small price to pay for what is needed.” Ravia nodded and slowly began placing the quarter piece in her necklace. When it got close enough, the piece snapped to the necklace and Ravia gasped as newfound power surged through her.

“Yes!” Ravia yelled out. She forgot how intoxicating it felt to place a piece of the pendant back together. She could feel herself getting stronger.

“Grow……” The demonic voice in Ravia’s head beckoned. Smiling, Ravia happily obliged. Her body quickly expanded as Ravia’s stature grew and grew. She began laughing maniacally as she easily grew past her former height restrictions. Now standing at 350 feet tall, Ravia truly felt gigantic. Alton looked like an ant to her and her view of the horizon stretched further. Her joy for growth felt short lived as Ravia looked all around Falzia. The once vibrant and healthy province was now completely devoid of color; all the plant life withered away and the former rainbow-colored province was now greyed out. A twinge of guilt struck the giantess. She quite enjoyed walking about Falzia, taking in all the sights, but now that would be impossible. Ravia’s head began to ache. One part of her mind felt remorse and guilt for the poor denizens of the province while the other half begged her to explore her newfound height through death and destruction. Ravia grabbed her head and groaned, quickly shrinking down.

“Now, you have to sate it.” Alton said, ignoring her distraught state. “The first was fueled through destruction, though I’m certain this one will be different. Here, come to me.” Alton said as he stretched out his hand. Ravia walked closer, still squinting hoping it would alleviate pain from her headache. Alton began chanting more nonsense while Ravia patiently waited.

“Pleasure.” Alton said.

“What?” Ravia said, distracted from the pain.

“The sating requirement. It demands a large quantity of pleasure. How you plan to do that is up to you and I think it’s best I don’t know or see any of it.” Alton said. “Good luck, Ravia. Don’t forget your mission.” Alton said as he slowly phased away.

“Gah, this fucking headache.” Ravia moaned. The demonic voice continued to speak within her while her subconscious continued to fight against its advances.

“Go……” the voice echoed. “Use your new power. Kill the peasants of this province, destroy their homes. KILL…..” the voice continued to demand.

“Crush the men…. Devour the women and their children…” The voice continued. It felt like a plague to Ravia, as her subconscious battled its every word. Brand’s question continued to echo through her mind. The old Ravia wouldn’t have hesitated to go on a murder spree once she got another pendant piece; but now, after everything that’s happened on her journey, Ravia found herself deeply questioning her actions.

“Fuck it.” She said to herself. “I need to blow off some steam; get my mind off things.” Ravia began to grow until she reached 150 feet. She scanned around until she found the nearest settlement and began stomping off towards it. The demonic voice chuckled wildly, happy its begging for death finally being answered.

Ravia quickly found a village near where the pendant last was. Ravia’s strides were even longer now, so long that she accidently overshot the village and stepped over it. Turning back, Ravia found most of the villagers sprinting back to the village. It seems they were confused as ever with Falzia’s new look and failed to notice Ravia’s gigantic stature approaching. Ravia’s mind continued to bother her; a great deal of sadness struck through her as she watched Falzia look so dead but the same demonic voice persisted in its deceptive tone, forcing Ravia to kill. The more she though about just shrinking down and laying back in bed with Brand, the more her headache pained. Ravia held her head in frustration and moved slightly. Her gargantuan foot dragged towards the village, accidently wiping away a horse stable. The voice laughed and continued to request for more destruction. Ravia looked down at the village below, her old, evil thoughts beginning to resurface.

Before when Ravia didn’t start her journey, she was stuck at a maximum growth of 50 feet. A building barely rose past her hips, but Ravia struggled to demolish them. A single stomp would only get her through the roof and even then, she would have to thrash about to completely take it down. A normal sized villager would barely reach past her ankle. When she received her first piece of the pendant, Ravia’s powers grew, allowing her to reach 150 feet. Those same villagers would be shorter than her ankle and not even the length of her sole but still a house took decent effort to take down. Now instead of needing effort, Ravia could step on a house, crushing more than half of it in one go. With her second pendant, Ravia was able to grow even more, now at 350 feet. A house would stand no chance if Ravia stepped on it as her foot would nearly flatten the entire house in one go. Humans too seemed absolutely meaningless to her now, literally the size of ants as her big toe was almost twice the size of an entire human. The recollection of just how “small” Ravia used to be and now where she stands filled her with bloodlust.

Ravia lurched forwards and bent her knees slightly; being so massive now meant Ravia was starting to have a little bit of trouble seeing things directly below her. It didn’t help that her massive breasts also obstructed a lot beneath her chest. The villagers, now scattered about in her homes and some still scrambling in the streets all stopped gazing at the dead flowers and focused their attention on the titan of a woman that was standing above their homes. Ravia slowly lifted her leg up and positioned it over a home. I got to try this at least once. She thought to herself. With one swift motion filled with regret, Ravia dropped her gigantic chainmail boot onto the house. With a small thud! Ravia lifted her foot to the sight of risen dust. After it settled, Ravia excitement rose as she flattened an entire house in one go. The intoxicating feeling of being so massive fueled Ravia once more and she knew there was no going back. Ravia stayed completely still, just pivoting her left foot as she effortlessly dropped her foot down on the homes, obliterating them. There were tiny noises Ravia could hear, but she was too big to make them out. It was the cries of the villagers as they screamed in terror, desperately trying to escape Ravia’s deadly footfalls. Those that got out safely from their homes before she crushed them still died; either from the force of her footfall sending them smashing into other objects or the debris of the homes being shot out from her stomps, driving into the helpless villagers. Her headache subsided as she crushed the final home in the village. Ravia scanned about but couldn’t find anymore survivors. The demonic voice chuckled one last time before it stopped and Ravia finally felt like her mind was at peace. Sadness drove through her immediately however as Ravia found herself needlessly decimating another defenseless village. Her heart ached as she thought about all the families she must have killed- all the children she flattened under her soles. Ravia walked through the dead meadows of Falzia. Even with the demonic voice gone, Ravia found herself battling with her mind more. Part of her still wanted to test out her newly acquired growth, while the other just begged her to stop the carnage. Tears began to run down the barbarian’s face- all her life in Alvita, all she cared to do was to grow, pillage, kill and pleasure her every need. Now that she can do that better than before with virtually no one stopping her, her mind is begging her to do the opposite. Ravia felt confused, lost even. Her journey to bringing back her clan was just endless violence. Ravia found another village on her aimless walk. Acting upon her first instinct, Ravia extended her stride and crushed the villages main gate. Villagers in the market square ran from her destruction. As Ravia rose her foot, readying it to crush the first house and repeat her actions like clockwork, a voice beckoned out to her.

What’s the point in doing that? The voice asked. It wasn’t the demonic voice, nor was its Ravia’s subconscious. The voice was female and sounded incredibly courageous and defiant. Almost obeying the voice, Ravia pulled her foot back and instead lowered herself into a crouch. Ravia bent forwards and grabbed the same house she intended to crush with both hands and easily lift it from the ground. The house crumbled a bit as the foundation built to keep the house planted on the ground was ripped away. Placing the entire home in Ravia’s palm, she took her free hand and grasped the roof, lifting it off with tug. Ravia peered inside to find a male villager cowering under his furniture. She tilted the house on its side while gripping it and gave it a shake. All the furniture flung out the house with the villager flying alongside it all. They all landed in Ravia free hand. The giantess took her time plucking away all the furniture from her hand until the man had nowhere to hide.

“Listen to me,” Ravia said, her voice felt deeper at this size. Ravia held the man close to her face so she could see him better but being this big meant that her voice alone was strong enough to push him about.

“If you want yourself and your entire village to live, you’ll be wise to get them all to gather your villages food and present it before me.” Ravia boomed out to the man.

“Am I clear?” She asked again. The man sounded incredibly distant, but Ravia was just barely able to make out his voice.

“Yes, of course! Anything for you!” The man said, bowing as if he was praising a god. A surge of power coursed through Ravia. Being treated like a god felt incredible for her ego. Ravia slowly lowered the man back into his village.

“Oh, and little man?” Ravia said. “Don’t keep me waiting, because,” Ravia stopped. She held the house in her palm and moments later, slammed her fist into the house caving it in. “I can do a lot worse than that.” The man jumped up and sprinted house to house, screaming things Ravia could no longer hear. It worked however, as villagers kicked their doors open with bags and bags of food. It took the entire village about 15 minutes but they managed to round up a mountain of food and presented it in their villages square. Ravia’s stomach gurgled at the sight of the food, her mind begging her to dive in and see what they have in the bags. Ravia dove in, snagging up over half the amount of food. She tossed them all into her mouth and chewed away. Ravia sighed as it was just more of the same- meats, cheeses and some bread. As Ravia began to reach down for the last half of food, she remembered the barren landscape that is now Falzia because it dawned on her; how in the world were these villagers going to create crops and keep livestock alive? Ravia’s newfound sadness came back and she quickly reeled her hand away from the food. The villagers watched in confusion, some terrified that they somehow angered Ravia.

Without saying anything, Ravia simply rose from her squat and stepped over the village, walking away from it without even killing a soul and leaving the rest of the food for them. It didn’t tale long for Ravia to get back to the hut Brand was sleeping in. Ravia shrunk down as she slowly approached the hut, nearly perfectly timing her shrinking with the hut. Ravia had to walk about 6 steps before she swung the door to the hut open. Brand was awake, eating some bread. He looked back at Ravia and stopped dead in his tracks. Ravia closed the door behind her and walked towards the table, pulling a chair out and sitting down, Ravia watched as Brand flinched back in fright.

“Thief, I quite literally let you cum inside me,” Ravia said in a joking tone. “Please, stop feeling so scared around me.” It was the first time Ravia ever sounded so sincere to Brand, which only made him more cautionary.

“Are-are you okay, Ravia?” Brand reluctantly asked.

“Did you see outside?” Ravia asked.

“Yes. Was that your doing?” Brand asked.

“Yup, all thanks to this.” Ravia said, beckoning to the pendant. “I killed the entire province, all for this fucking piece of the pendant. All the villagers are going to starve now, because of me.” Ravia said. She shook her head and sighed, dropping it low while she held it with her hands. Brand was caught between being confused and terrified. Never had he seen Ravia so sad, let alone so compassionate. He felt at any moment she would blame him for it and take out her frustration on him.

“I need to relieve some stress.” Ravia said. She rose from the chair and walked towards Brand, grabbing him by his arm and pulling him to the bed. Ravia laid down on the bed and on her side, pulling Brand close to her. Ravia began spooning Brand as she slowly pulled his pants off and began to stroke his penis. Brand lightly moaned, trying his best to keep quiet.

“Do you want to talk more?” Brand asked. He desperately wanted her to say no and just fuck him all night, but he knew he needed to be supportive now more than ever.

“I’m confused, thief.” Ravia said. “I don’t know if I want to destroy this land and kill everyone or just leave it be. I don’t know if I even want to continue fighting. I feel so lost. One minute my mind is begging me to kill and when I finally do, it applauds and praises me, then the next moment it’s begging me to stop and let them live. I just don’t understand.” Ravia said.

“Just, stay here and let me pleasure you.” Ravia said softly. “I just wish to do this and fall asleep.” Ravia pushed Brand forwards slowly and removed her hand from his cock. She began fiddling with her chainmail, trying to get it off. Brand rolled off the bed and moved her hands and worked at taking off her chainmail for her. With ease, Brand unbuckled the chainmail and pulled it off Ravia. As Ravia let go, the chainmail dropped straight to the floor. Brand didn’t realize how ungodly heavy the chainmail was. His body didn’t even give him a second to try to hold it, immediately giving out. Ravia smiled and laughed softly, but her sadness took her over once more. Brand did the same with Ravia’s boots, unbuckling it and trying to tug them off, keeping his hands away from the blood and debris from her recent bout of carnage. As they finally slipped off, Brand did the same, undressing himself. Ravia watched him in delight as he took off his cape and tunic, kicking off his shoes and diving back onto the bed. Ravia tugged him close, her soft, warm body held tightly against his. Her hand immediately went back to stroking Brand as the two laid together in silence. Ravia’s eyes grew tired as she continued to fondle the thief’s genitals, until her movements halted and she once again drifted off clutched to Brand.

BAM! The throne room doors echoed loudly throughout the room as they violently slammed open.

“My king! My King!” A squire yelled. “I tried to stop her but she just wouldn’t listen!”

The squire tried once more to stop the woman, but it was pointless. He himself was barely even over 5 foot, 4 inches while the woman towered over his scrawny body- the woman must have been well over 7 feet tall. The tiny squire tried one last time to grab the woman and yank her back but was only met with a death grip to his throat and was held to eye level of the menacing woman. The squire, completely winded and unable to even squeal, helplessly watched as the powerful woman kept her grasp on the poor fool. As his eyes began to fill with red, the woman finally tossed the squire aside, slamming against a wall. The man laid there, motionless for a moment until he finally started to desperately grasp for air.

The woman scoffed at the patheticness of the squire’s durability and began to slowly walk towards the throne. Her darkened brown skin lightly lit by the dozens of upon dozens of candles lit along the throne room. The room itself was quite large, offering a second story for others to look down. Beautiful furniture and amazing ornate details all along the room definitely boasted the owner of the castle’s wealth. It took nearly a minute to reach the steps to the throne but when the woman did, she was quite surprised at the sight that beheld her.

In the quiet province of Rockfell, the previous king was a kind, yet powerful king, but alas a deadly disease that struck the province claimed his life. Naturally, the heir to the throne was his son; though the province itself dreaded this fact. The son was young, just recently reaching the age of 19. Though this “king” was not a kind person. He abused the kindness of his parents and status of royalty to get whatever he pleased. Pampered all his life, doing nothing but spending his days partying and fucking, the province was doomed while under his rule. Even when his mother fell victim to the same illness that befell his father, the young king still wasted his family’s riches away. It seemed every week there was a new whore in his castle, scantily dressed and body full of wine. Though there was something far more sinister happening in the young king’s castle, though nobody could quite understand what it was. Often times, the young king would explore the province in his chariot visiting various farmsteads and smaller villages. He would find a woman that struck his fancy for the day and would “invite” them to his castle for the day. Often times it would be days until he would finally grow bored of them and send them back and when they did, the other inhabitants seemingly always noticed some noticeable and discerning, new traits about the women; their breasts and asses are much bigger, they appear taller, their bodies slimmed and perfected and they all somehow have a newfound craving for the king’s cock. Even after donning the title and responsibility of king of Rockfell, the young king’s heinous and disgusting lifestyle still stayed with him.  Rather than being granted audience with the young king- despite it being a forceful one- the woman was met with 2 whores, completely naked and incredibly voluptuous, glued to the young king, pleasuring him.

For the woman, waiting to be acknowledged, the sight of this was quite annoying. Though for most people of Rockfell. The literal privilege of even being let into the castle is something most can only dream about. One woman, laid on his lap, her naked, massive ass brushing against the king’s fully erect cock; her plump and perfectly rounded breasts brushed against his chest as she grasped his head with both hands, non-stop French kissing the king. The king, staying true to his horny nature, had his left hand grabbing the woman’s ass, slightly spreading it to one side while his right hand’s fingers were deep inside the woman’s anus, happily fingering deep inside it. Below, the king had his legs spread open, his cock and balls open to all to see. The woman was incredibly surprised to see just how massive the young king’s genitals were. His cock, completely erect towered to what seemed like 12 inches and his girth was shockingly massive too. His balls were something to be rivaled too, hanging low and gargantuan in its own right; one testicle alone proving to be a handful to the whore fondling it. The other whore, equally as naked and voluptuous and quite honestly starting to look like a twin to the one having her asshole fingered, laid between his legs, happily giving the king’s genitals a spit shine. She too didn’t even give the woman the time of day as she was too busy in the revolving motion of shoving the king’s balls in her mouth before licking his shaft all around. The woman nuzzled the king’s hand that was fingering the other woman. The king slowly pulled the finger out and held it before the woman and the woman happily sucked on the fingers. She giggled after licking the king’s fingers and continued on with her routine.

The woman, finally annoyed of being ignored, spoke.

“King Ashton.” The woman spoke.

No answer.

“King Ashton, I request an audience with you.” The woman spoke again, her voice sounding a tad bit more annoyed.

The king still ignored her, too busy with his whores.

“HEY!” The woman screamed, stomping her foot down loudly. The strength was menacing as it lightly shook the floor they were standing on and the sound echoed out through the empty throne room.

Pushing the woman off from his faced, the king groaned in annoyance and finally gave the woman some eye contact.

“What the fuck do you want?” The king yelled, deeply annoyed. “Can you not see I am busy? And just what the hell did you do to my squire? The poor idiot can barely stand over there!” The king pointed. The squire still remained in the same spot the woman threw him, still far too wounded and winded to rise.

“I have a proposition to make with you.” The woman asked, tightening her grip on her sword. The king scoffed.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone says. Not interested. Can’t you see I’m trying to enjoy myself here?” The king said. The woman did not answer.

“Hey, actually, you want to know how I got these beautiful sluts?” The king asked.

“No, I ca-” the woman tried to say but was immediately cut off.

“These two fucking amazing pieces off ass aren’t even from this country. You don’t understand how much money I had to give another king just to have him hand over his twins. Dumb fuck thinks they’re here on diplomatic business too!” the king said, laughing.

“Oh man that’s real rich.  He would flip if he knew that daddy’s little girls are just my cock slaves. But you girls don’t mind, right?” The king asked, smiling at the two.

“No king Ashton, we don’t.” The girls said in unison, giggling.

“That’s my girls.” The king said. “They’re a bunch of fucking freaks too I tell you. They’ll do just about anything. Hey Malorie, why don’t you go and play with your sister and then you both give my cock some love, yeah?” The king said, smiling at her. The girl only giggled and gave the king one last French kiss and as she began walking towards her twin, the king gave her one nice slap on her ass. The woman got on her knees and wedged herself next to her twin between the king’s legs and the two sisters began making out with one another, groping each other’s body parts. The young king watched, licking his lips and moving his hips about, before snapping his fingers. On cue, the sisters stopped groping each other and each claimed one side of the king’s cock and began licking away, each rubbing the king’s balls. The king couldn’t help it and moaned as he watched the horny twins work away.

“Gods, that is so fucking hot. Right sorry, where were we?” The king asked.

The woman, enraged as ever watched on.

“Isn’t there a bed you have at all in this massive castle that you can be doing this instead?” The woman asked.

“No, you fool, I have other whores waiting for me in my bed chambers.” The king said. “These girls are my throne room whores. And when are you ever going to get the chance to have two twins with massive tits and asses lick away at your cock? I need to savor these moments! You know there was a time when I came in one of their asses, and the dirty sluts they are, the other happily ate the cum out from her ass? Like Gods! I even remember anoth-” but before the king could finish, the woman, no doubt annoyed of the king’s lust, cut him off.

“Enough of this! I do not fucking care for your sex stories.” The woman screamed. The king, always expected to be treated like royalty was stunned to see such aggressiveness and remained quiet.

“unless you are too busy having your cock buried in one of these slut’s asses, you must have heard of a woman, a giant woman destroying the provinces of these lands. And I have no doubt she is coming for you next. You can run, you hide, but there is no way you’re escaping when a foot from a woman who is multiple hundreds of feet tall is falling down upon you. You’ll just be another stain on her boot, because she doesn’t care if you’re royalty. She will kill you and take your women and I doubt your women will survive the night with her.”

The king remained silent, beckoning the girls off his cock and slowly pulling his pants back over.

“y-y-yes, I’ve been given reports of this giant woman. What do you know of her?”

“Enough to know that I can defeat her and that you need my help.” The woman said. “Her name is Ravia and she is the heir to the giant clan and she possesses very powerful abilities that she does not deserve. No one in this land can defeat her but me. I am here before you because I want you to fund my mission to take her down. “The woman said confidently.

The king laughed.

“Yeah, you’re just about the 50th person to come here today with that story. All of them providing a different name of this giant woman. Not interested.” The king said.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when a giant woman is ripping the roof off your castle and the last sight you see is her boot and your province’s people stained beneath it.” The woman turned around and began walking away.

“Wait!” The king shouted.

“H-h-how can I be so sure you’re the one who can defeat her?” The king nervously asked.

“Because,” the woman said. Straightening her body and watching the king intensely, the woman began to grow, and grow and grow. The king and his whores watched in awe as the already tall woman was even taller, towering in the throne room at around 15 feet.

“I’d grow larger but being bigger gives me urges to destroy things.” The woman said.

“Holy shit! You’re fucking huge!” The king yelled, laughing and clapping. Alright, yes, I shall fund your mission. Why didn’t you just open up with that fucking amazing talent in the first place? Eh, it doesn’t matter now, what do you require?”

“I want a mercenary group of 6 men, a portable camp and 3 months of food.”

“You’ll get 2 men, 1 month of food and no camp.”

The giant woman stomped towards the king and without much effort, plucked him from the throne and held him close to her enormous face. Out from the sides, a group of guards appeared from hiding and immediately got into a battle stance, their spears aimed straight towards the giant woman.

“Like I said, I could get much bigger. This is a large throne room; young king and these guards are no match for me. Give me what I want.” The woman said. The king laughed and beckoned the guards to stand down. The guards eased their posture and escaped back into the dark corners of the throne room.

“You got some balls on you, lady. I’ll give you that.” The king said. “Fine, I’ll give you what you want. Though before I can fully trust you, I need you to do a couple contracts for me. I think I have some time before that Ravia lady arrives and I have some business needing to be completed and you’re the perfect match. Accomplish these tasks and I will supply you with 3 men and 3 months of food. Once you’ve shown that I can trust you, I’ll provide you with the rest and even more. I think that is only fair, right?” The king said.

“Fine.” The woman said, dropping the king back onto his throne. Deep down, the king was petrified, but was able to somewhat keep his composure through all of that. The woman turned around and began to walk away, revealing how amazing her backside was. The king’s eyes widened deeply.

“MY WORD!” the king yelled. “You just about have the fattest ass in all the province!” The woman ignored him and began slowly walking away and shrinking down.

“Do you have time to stay at the castle today? Perhaps lunch or dinner?” The king asked.

“Just what is it that you need now?” The woman asked.

“Well I mean I’ve never had my cock sucked by a giant woman so I mean that would a thing for the history books, no?” The king said, laughing but all the while serious.

The woman sighed and turned away, continuing to exit the castle.

“I didn’t even get your name!” the king yelled.

“Nalia” the woman said.

“The one person that will kill Ravia.”

Nalia exited from Castle Rockfell, the squire she choked nearly to death hesitantly following behind.

“Here’s your contract details, ma’am.” The squire said, stuttering at every word, his hands trembling as he held the paper outwards to Nalia. She snatched the paper from his grasps with a scowl, not even apologizing for nearly killing the poor man. Nalia unraveled the paper, keeping it straight as she read:

              Your first target is an idiot farmer from this province. He hasn’t been paying the land tax that he is bound by law to pay. I gave him 2 warnings but he continuous to neglect what is owed to me and because of that, more and more farmers think they can get away with the same. Go and make and example out of him. His name is Ralph and his farm house is the one that is marked with a red X on the roof.

Nalia crumpled the paper and tossed it aside and began her trek to the farm house. It took a while for her to even leave the king’s property as he has isolated himself on a high hill, far from everyone else. Nalia traveled through the capital of Rockfell and immediately noticed the corruption of the young king. His castle was a beauty in its own right; the architecture amazingly crafted with incredible interior decorations. The outside of the castle was lined with a high-quality garden, every piece of shrubbery neatly trimmed and tidied. The walkway to the castle was one of solid white marble, perfectly shined and clean. The second Nalia stepped foot into the capital, however, she felt like she was in a different province. Every sector seemed to a slum sector, with everyone living in disgusting conditions. The buildings were lazily created with shockingly rotted wood, the denizens of the capital seemingly devoid of happiness and life. Most people barely even had clothes to keep them covered while an alarming amount roamed the streets- homeless. Most people peered up and watched Nalia in awe- they’ve never quite seen a woman this massive in stature and body size. Though Nalia did notice that the whores in his throne room were rather tall. Many begged Nalia for food probably thinking she was rich because she wielded a sword and had various pieces of nicely crafted armor. Nalia just ignored the starving fools as she headed towards the farmlands. When Nalia did, the farmlands were completely different to the capital. Homes were nicely built, there was no signs of rot and the crops looked incredibly healthy. All would have seemed normal except that each farmhouse was heavily guarded and the perimeter lined with barbed wire and spikes. Nalia trekked through the middle of the rows of homes, scanning the roofs. It took maybe well over 30 farmhouses but Nalia finally found the “red X” painted across the roof. Nalia walked to the entrance, the farm owner tending to crops near the gate.

“You over there!” Nalia beckoned out. The farmer stopped and looked back. “Are you the owner of his house?”

“What’s it to you?” The owner asked.

“The king sent me. The owner failed to make land payments for the last time.” Nalia said. She couldn’t even finish her sentence before the farmer began bolting into his home.

“Keep her out!” The man yelled at his guards. One guard slipped through the entrance; a longsword gripped tightly. He readied a battle stance, edging towards her. Nalia scoffed, holding her short sword and readying herself into a relaxed stance. Although the guard was still quite tall, Nalia stood taller. With a short battle cry, the guard sprinted towards Nalia, whipping his blade back for a heavy cross slash. As his sword crashed down, Nalia clanged her sword with his, immediately parrying him. The guard was caught off balance with her deflection but before he could react, Nalia quickly stepped forwards and with a single, swift stroke, drove her sword through the guard’s neck. She pulled the blade from his throat and kept walking towards the gate, as he dropped to his knees and grabbed at this throat, before dying. Nalia kicked on the fence, growling at the last guard.

“Open this fucking gate if you don’ wish to die.” Nalia said with a low, cold tone. The guard whimpered but ultimately left the gate closed- a costly mistake. Nalia began to grow to over 15 feet, towering over the gate. She pulled her leg back before slamming her foot against the gate- the chain fence blowing away. The guard collided with the fence, getting pinned to the ground with it. He screamed for mercy as he watched Nalia walk closer but wasn’t even given a second thought as Nalia brought her foot down on him, crushing his head. She began slowly walking towards the house, growing along with her strides. As she reached the home, Nalia was standing at 35 feet tall, slightly towering over the farm house. Dropping her enlarged sword, Nalia clenched her fists and in a fit of rage, thrashed at the roof. Splinters and chunks of wood flew about as Nalia made quick work of the farmer’s home. She rose her foot and crushed the front walls of the home, opening it out. Nalia looked above shoving around furniture until she finally found the farmer cowering under a table. She reached down, grabbing the man with her hand and bringing him close.

“Please!” The farmer pleaded. “I’m begging you, show mercy!”

“None of this would be happening if you just followed the rules.” Nalia said, watching him with a death stare.

“Do you even know how much the land taxes cost? I can’t even afford to buy a single thing after we pay him! Why do you think our entire capital is poor?! He sucks all the money from us and keeps it all for himself! We don’t have an economy because of him. Things were so good when his father ruled, not a single person went hungry. Now, we can’t even afford bread or clothes to put on our backs! Please, I have nothing but this farm left. My wife is dead and he took my daughter from me, the gods only know what he has done with her. Please. I am begging you to spare me.” The farmer said. Nalia took a minute to let the info flow into her head. Yeah, maybe he’s right. She thought to himself. It was quite odd that he lived so lavishly while practically everyone else lived like shit. Nalia wanted to let him go but her bloodlust from growing and her contract ultimately swayed her.

“Sorry, little guy,” Nalia said, thinking about her quest to kill Ravia. “The king promised me great things for your life. Should have paid your land taxes.” She said as she began walking away from the house. The man screamed to let him go, begging and pleading but Nalia’s mind was already made up. She dropped him from a great height and the man screamed as he fell. With a loud thud, the man arched his back in excruciating pain, unable to move. Nalia rose her foot with a smirk across her face as she watched the man plead for mercy once again before slamming her foot onto the man. Her foot flattened him with a loud crunch. Nalia twisted her sandal and pulled it back, creating a long streak of blood and the now unrecognizable body. Getting out a match box from her satchel given to her from the king, Nalia lit the entire supply of matches on her and tossed them all into the farmer’s crops, setting it ablaze. All the other farmers watched as Nalia stomped through the middle, setting an example of the farmer.

Nalia returned back to the castle to see the young king jumping with joy at the castle’s entrance.

“Holy shit! You actually did it!” The young king yelled. “I could see the smoke from my bed chambers. The smell of that pathetic farm burning away was distracting me while I was fucking one of my girls. I have to admit, I didn’t think you had it in you to do that. Where’s the farmer?” he asked.

Nalia grew to giant sized and extended her foot forwards, revealing her bloodied sandal.

“The rest of him is back at the farm.” Nalia said.

“Gods!” The young king yelled, reeling back. “I didn’t mean for you to fucking kill him! I just meant like wreck his farm or break a bone or something!” The king continued. He scratched his head and shrugged.

“Ah, fuck it. Not like he was going to pay me anytime soon; good riddance. It’s hilarious, you know. I took his daughter away as punishment and made her my personal cum slut. She was actually the bitch I was deepthroating just now before the smoke distracted me. Man, she can take cock good! Let me tell you when I say she doesn’t gag, she doe-“King Ashton attempted to finish his sentence but Nalia stomped her foot down.

“You are starting to seriously piss me off with these pointless fucking stories, King.” Nalia said. “Give me my next fucking orders, NOW.” Nalia watched down on the king with her fiery eyes, glaring straight into his soul. King Ashton gulped.

“R-r-right, your next assignment. Okay, so Rockfell is kind of in the shit right now. You see, I borrowed a ton of money from the bank of Rockfell to pay for my new line of castle sluts. You see, me being King and all, I didn’t expect to have to pay anything back and now the Bank wants it back and if I don’t find the money soon, they’ll come to impeach and overthrow me and right now, my soldiers barely want to work for me, let alone die for me and the bank of Rockfell is owned by Typhon.”

“You stupid, little fool.” Nalia said.

“Hey! It was a fair reason, you know! Why the hell would I, the literal fucking king of the province need to pay back my own province?” Ashton retorted.

“Because you spend the money on women and not for the betterment of your province?” Nalia Replied.

“I-uh-ah, fuck; you’re right.” Ashton said. “Well none of that matters, you work for me, so I want you to go there and steal all the money they have left. Typhon has no idea you exist, so they’re not going to believe a giant woman working for me robbed them. They’ll probably think it was Ravia if anything. You’ve already proven yourself that you’re an absolute psychopath with the farmer, so do me a favor and don’t leave any survivors this time around.”

“Fine. Where can I find this bank?” Nalia asked.

“You literally can’t miss it. It’s the only other well-built structure in this province.”

“Right, because?”

“Just. Go.” Ashton said, embarrassed. Nalia smirked, before turning around and stomping off. Even with the kings ‘hint’ on where to find the bank, Rockfell was still relatively large, so Nalia was lost. The giantess walked about the province, shrinking back down early on to avoid any attention. It wasn’t until Nalia took a small hike up a big hill did she find the glimmering gold building shining in the distance. Nalia grew to 35 feet and sprinted off the hill, leaping far and high. She dropped down onto the ground with a large thud, her sandals sinking into the floor a bit. Nalia sprinted the rest of the way there, taking any forest path that she came across to avoid any attention.

When Nalia arrived at the bank, she was met with incredible security. The entire perimeter was sealed off by fences and barbed wire, much like the farmer’s homes. But instead of a few sell swords skulking about behind the bars, the bank was lined all around with heavily armored and steeled warriors. Humongous brutes of incredible statures, all wielding terrifying blades- some held giant hammers, others a zweihander, while a vast majority held a giant bastard’s sword with ease. There was no way Nalia was robbing that bank normal sized and even taking a hit from those brutes giant sized was surely going to leave a mark. Nalia contemplated heading back and telling the young king his request was an impossible one, but the knowledge that after this she would be rewarded with personal guards and food to last months to hunt down Ravia, reignited her courage.

Normally Nalia would be perfectly fine alone; hell, she even prefers it and not to mention food wasn’t a major problem when eating solo, but much like Ravia, Nalia needs to eat a lot. Trying to live off animals she found on the go was becoming increasingly scarce and not to mention Ravia essentially pillaged out every lootable village in Calida and Falzia. Nalia had no choice but to push forwards and find Ravia, but she can’t do it alone and malnourished. Nalia gripped her fists tightly with rage thinking about the pendants Ravia has been collecting. Nalia knows about the journey Ravia is on and the power she is attaining. It’s only a matter of time before that bitch becomes too powerful, Nalia thought to herself. She resented Ravia for all the gifts she’s been granted. Why does she get to grow bigger than the rest of us?” Nalia wondered. She hated that Ravia gained advantages seemingly for no reason.

Reality snapped back into Nalia’s mind as she laid crouched in some bushes, a long way from the bank and out of sight. With a deep breath, Nalia broke out into a full sprint, her sword gripped tightly and her satchel flinging about. At this time, Nalia shrunk down again, wanting to use her growth as a tactical surprise. Guards began to notice her and tense up- some began calling out to watch Nalia- all broke into a fighting stance for her. But they didn’t know that she could grow, so the guards watched in utter disbelief as Nalia grew to 35 feet and with one swift stroke, crushed the first guard in her sight beneath her sandal. It took until the second guard that ended up being chopped in 2 as Nalia swung her sword downwards, did the rest of the guard’s rally to fight together. The guards kept a decent distance from Nalia, though they quickly surrounded the giantess, cautiously pacing around her. Nalia opened up with multiple attacks- stomping at a few, slashing at the rest. Some were too slow to react and died for their mistakes, though the vast majority were swift on their feet and even keener to follow up with retaliation strikes.

Nalia grunted and gasped at the slashes- the zweihander and bastard swords gashing her ankles open- the hammer wielders denting her legs. Soon enough, there was too much pain in Nalia’s legs for her to repeatedly raise them and attempt to stomp on them, so she relied on swift slashes with her giant short sword. The guards began to dwindle as Nalia began to implement more and more cunning tactics against them. The guards that lived began to seriously hurt Nalia, however, as her shallow cuts began to hurt more and more. Nalia was down to 3 guards now; her tactics no longer working against the remaining soldiers. Nalia tried to step back to get a breather, but the guards opened up with an unrelenting flurry of attacks. As the 3 guards dashed back in to attack Nalia more, she quickly knelt down and grabbed a guard, catching him off guard but took heavy slashes to her arms and upper body. Nalia dropped her short sword on the floor- just nearly flattening a guard as it fell unexpectedly- and death gripped the guard with both her hands. The Guard screamed in agony as his body crushed with the metal of his armor, blood gushing out of the crevices of Nalia’s fingers. She laughed maniacally as the guard became a mangled mess of bones, blood and steel and dropped him to the floor. The crushed body dropped with a THUD, startling a second guard. Before he could react, Nalia very quickly shrunk down to normal height. She wrenched the bastard sword out from his hand and with a war cry and a horizontal slash, decapitated the guard. Nalia stepped backwards quickly and began to grow, the final guard attempting to finish her mid growth. He quickly sprinted under Nalia’s legs, hiding between them as he attacked. Nalia struggled to get a good view of him. Her eyes widened and with a laugh, she made a short hop off the ground and extended out her legs. Nalia’s gigantic ass plummeted to the ground, the guard helpless to only look up and accept his fate. With a loud and mashed sound of bones and steel crunching, Nalia crushed the final, elite guard underneath her ass. Nalia felt the entire crush, however as at her height it was somewhat difficult to crush a guard fully clad in armor.

Nalia rose from the ground, quietly mumbling ouch, as she rubbed her left ass cheek; the one that flattened the guard. Nalia slowly walked towards the bank’s main doors, her legs bloodied and bleeding profusely. With excruciating pain, Nalia pulled her right foot backwards and swung it at the fence, easily kicking it down and connected her foot against the bank’s door too, demolishing it. An assortment of screams boomed from inside as a couple of people sprinted out. Nalia quickly dispatched of them, slamming her foot on one and picking up the other, ripping her body into two. Nalia tossed the dismembered body into the bank to the sound of more cries and shouts but those inside got the message. Nalia crept more towards the bank, the bank itself towering over Nalia, though not by a lot. Nalia got onto all fours and forced her giant body through the large opening she made. People began screaming more as the menacing giantess made her appearance. The bank itself was very large, and considering it was taller than Nalia, she was able to stand in it giant sized. Although very intricate looking on the outside, the bank itself was one of simple design on the inside. A shiny marble white floor was visible from where Nalia had not stepped, while the floor was simply lined with waiting chairs. Halfway through was a long wall with all the bank tellers behind it, cowering in fear. The other half of the building must be were the gold is, Nalia thought to herself as she walked around the floor, picking up any hostage that wasn’t behind the teller wall. Nalia held 6 people within her grasps, before kicking down a portion of the wall.

“P-p-please,” teller begged. “Don’t kill us! We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Nalia smiled, her mission nearly complete. Nalia rose her foot high above the teller and when she slammed it down, the screaming began again.

~~~

A massive handful of bloodied gold coins trickled down Nalia’s giant fingertips, clanking together before falling into her satchel. Nalia looked back at the bank, scanning the room splattered with red for any remaining gold. She cursed herself for not searching the bank tellers before killing them; any gold still on them is surely crushed beyond use. Nalia slowly shrank down and began walking back to the castle, slightly limping from her newly acquired injuries. Though still a barbarian, her wounds would heal.

Nalia tossed the satchel before King Ashton as he sat on his throne, his cock fully thrusted into one of his whores. The satchel burst open and hundreds of gold coins sprawled across the throne room floor.

“You’ll need to clean those first.” Nalia said. The king gasped at all the coins, shoving his whore off his cock and pulling his pants up before diving down to see the coins. He quickly dropped them after noticing all the blood and guts still stained against them.

“By the gods! You’ve truly done it!” King Ashton yelled out. “Any witnesses?”

“None.”

“Good, this is most good! Holy fuck there’s so much money!” King Ashton said. He was distracted with his newfound wealth until he gazed up slightly, seeing her hacked legs.

“Your legs! Holy shit, what happened? Do you require aid? Someone get the healer!” Ashton screamed.

“I need not your healer, king. My wounds will heal. It’s time you honor your end of this bargain.”

“Yes, yes of course. As promised, you’ll have 6 men and 3 months of food. Hell, I’ll even throw in one of my whores for you if you’d like but Id imagine the boys would be itching to use her up first, haha!” The king laughed. Nalia just watched him in silence, not even laughing in the slightest.

“Right, ahem,” Ashton said, clearing his throat in embarrassment. “I’ll have the men and the food supply rounded up in an hour, so you’re more than welcome to spend that time in my castle.”

“No. I will wait outside.” Nalia said, she turned around, showing off her massive ass to Ashton once more. He bit his lip and his dick began to pulsate in his pants.

“Wait!” Ashton said. Nalia stopped, looking back.

“I have a proposal. How about a years’ worth of food supplies?” Ashton asked.

“Fine, who am I killing now?” Nalia said, her attention grabbed.

“No, no killing this time. It’s uh, something we spoke about before.” Ashton said, twiddling his thumbs. Nalia scoffed in disgust, walking away.

“Please! Just think about it. Would you really pass up an extra 9 months’ worth of fresh food?” Ashton said. Nalia paused in place. “Fine.”

Ashton’s heart raced. “Oh gods.” He whispered to himself. Ashton never expected this to work. “Okay, then let’s not waste time, come here.” Nalia walked over, towering over Ashton and his throne room whores.

“Clothes, off? Please?” Ashton asked. Ashton’s hands began getting incredibly clammy and his heart beating heavy as Nalia slowly began to undress.

“What do you even want me to do?” Asked Nalia, completely naked and standing before the young king.  

“A blowjob, and I want you to ride me.” Ashton said. Nalia walked towards him and began getting on her knees but Ashton stopped her.

“Giant sized.” Ashton said, with a massive grin on his face. Nalia rolled her eyes but obliged and slowly began to grow before Ashton. Even on her knees, Ashton needed to crane his neck up far back to get a sight of Nalia’s face. The giantess shuffled backwards a bit, giving herself space. Nalia’s giant head slowly descended, stopping just before Ashton’s crotch. Ashton slowly pulled his pants back, his fully erect penis flopping out. It was all a vague memory the moment Nalia’s plump lips wrapped around Ashton’s dick.

Nalia sat down on the castle floor, still giant and her legs spread. She watched down below her as one of Ashton’s whores was eating her pussy out- specifically eating cum that dripped out from Ashton’s creampie. Ashton was in front of them, masturbating to the sight. When he was ready to burst once more, Ashton grabbed the whore that was under him licking his balls and shoved his cock down her throat, slamming her face against his pelvis as he tightly grasped a tuft of her hair. The woman laid there obediently, letting Ashton fill her stomach with cum. When he was done, Ashton pulled her from his dick and thrusted her down, forcing her face against his balls. When he was finally satisfied, Ashton pushed the woman from his genitals and clapped his hands. The two girls got up and bowed, before leaving out from an exit behind the throne. Ashton pulled his pants back up and sat back on his throne. Nalia watched him, before rising up from her seat and began putting her clothes back on.

“By all the gods in every fucking realm,” Ashton said, panting. “That had to be the best sex I’ve ever had and I have, so. Much. Fucking. Sex.”

Nalia rolled her eyes. “And you, King Ashton, are a disgusting, sex crazed lunatic. Did you seriously masturbate and cum to the sight of one of your whores licking your own cum from my pussy?”

“You absolutely bet your fucking ass I did. There’s no way I don’t jerk off to that, let alone let this once in a lifetime moment go to waste. Say, you got any other lady giants in your homeland looking to be a nice addition to my whores?” He asked.

“You could, but they’d just use you as a dildo before shoving you up their ass and forgetting about you.” Nalia said.

“I wouldn’t mind that! Who wouldn’t want to be so up close and personal with a magnificent, gigantic asshole?”

“My payment, I expect to see it outside.” Nalia said, ignoring his last comment.

“It’s already outside. Though, before you leave, there’s someone of importance here to meet you.

“Who knows I’m here? Is it Ravia?!” Nalia asked, rage building in her voice.

“Gods, no! I said someone of importance, woman. Turn around, she’s right behind you.”

Nalia turned around and gazed downwards at the woman. Her hair was mostly black, save for some bright, orangey-red highlights. Her body was quite curvaceous; very motherly with wide hips and gargantuan breasts. She wore a beautiful dress and her glowing eyes shone brightly.

“And who would you might be?” Nalia asked, intrigued by this mysterious woman. She chuckled.

“Oh, most call me Goddess, but you my sweet, may call me Nymeria. Come, we have a lot to discuss.”

“I don’t understand.” Nalia said to Nymeria, queen of the Faye faeries. The two walked together in the gardens behind Ashton’s castle.

“You teleported here, all the way from Faye and you’re one of if not the strongest being in this country; just take us to Ravia and we can kill her right now.” Nalia said. She was confused and concerned about Nymeria’s lax nature.

“It is not that simple, my dear Nalia.” Nymeria said. Her voice was one of elegance and her tone incredibly soft.

“While yes, I am quite powerful, I’m limited to how I can use it. You see, I’m thousands of years old but my powers predate even myself- all the way back to the time of the creators. When the creators decided to abruptly depart Cambria and leave it to fend for themselves, they left behind a trinity of sacred powers. One power was for the soft hearted- it granted the wielder immense, godly strength and abilities- the power to breathe life into nature, cure diseases and illnesses, essentially anything and everything about healing. That power went to the people of Faye and their ruler at the time. While I possess the power to kill any that stand before me, I am physically unable to do so, unless a power of equal magnitude threatens the safety of my people. The second power was one of progress and knowledge- a selection of people to just be gifted with knowledge far beyond comprehension than most. These minds split into two- one side delved into the roots of old and became the first order of mages who now occupy a province, while the rest pursued the progress of the land. That line of humans can be found in Typhon, our Country’s most advanced province.” Nymeria said. She took in a deep sigh, shaking her head.

“And then there’s the third and final power. It’s the opposite of mine- one filled with endless rage and the need for battle, glory and death. Those vile creatures that live in the frigid side of our country and are now promptly known as the giants of Alvita; your people, Nalia.” Nymeria said. Nalia look forwards, not daring to come eye to eye with Nymeria.

“I was told about the history of the Alvitan giants and our quarrel with practically everyone else.” Nalia said. “Why do you even want to help me?”

“As you already know, Ravia is out there collecting pieces of your clan’s legendary pendant- the one that belonged to Ava. And I’m sure you’re aware of the drastic increases of power Ravia receives with each new one. I can sense that she’s at two now and she can grow over 300 feet, Nalia. You can barely grow past 35 feet. As of now, I don’t think anyone can kill her. It would take every mage in this country to band together to take her down but much how Faye remains independent and separated from wars, the mages likely won’t care to assist either. If only one of the pendants were in their lands, we wouldn’t be having this conversation but alas wanting to be left alone too, we couldn’t place any pendant pieces there. I know you’re powerful Nalia and I know the resentment you share for Ravia, so I want to help with that.”

“How could you possibly help me, queen? You can’t even fight her.” Nalia asked.

“I spent many years in the company of some of the greatest minds the mages ever got to have and I too learned a lot about magic. So much so that I’ve developed some rather, how you would say, sinister workarounds. While I can’t fight Ravia, I possess power that I can pass onto you, a buff in strength if you will.”

“Incredible. What could you give me, queen?” Nalia asked. Her heart began to race thinking about all of the possibilities.

“Please tell me you can give me magic!” Nalia excitedly asked.

“Calm yourself, Nalia.” Nymeria said. “Unfortunately, I cannot grant you anything new.” Nymeria said. Nalia’s hype immediately died off, her look of glee falling off and her usual dead expression back.

“All I can do is amplify what you already possess. Your growth, your strength, your stamina, your agility, your hate for Ravia. So many things can awaken and grow within you. Come closer.”

Nymeria laid a hand on Nalia’s shoulder, beckoning her to stop. Nalia paused and turned to face the queen. Nymeria laid both her hands on Nalia’s temple and began chanting an ancient dialect. Her hands began glowing and an odd sensation struck Nalia, forcing her eyes closed. As Nymeria’s chant quickened, so did the intensity of the sensation and soon enough a paining feeling in her skull. Nalia began to slowly reel back as the pain became worse and worse but Nymeria clasped her hands against her temples even harder. The pain soon became unbearable and Nalia was screaming in agony. It felt like her head was being crushed in, all the while her body began to dangerously heat up. Doused in sweat and ready to collapse, Nalia’s vision began to become blurry as the pain continued to increase. With one final shout, Nymeria released her hands from Nalia’s face, but her body dropped to the floor.

Nalia’s eyes fluttered open. No longer did she see the open blue sky and the rainbow-colored assortment of flowers. A number of candles burned slowly in a small bed chamber, and she found herself wrapped under a bed sheet. As Nalia scanned the room, she found Nymeria sitting by her bedside.

“You’re finally awake.” Nymeria said, smiling softly.

“Wha-what happened?” Nalia said. She attempted to sit up but pain stroked through her head hard and her body dropped back.

“My apologies, my dear Nalia. I should have warned you about the pain. I didn’t expect a strong warrior like you to feel so much pain.”

“Wait, so it worked? Am I stronger now?!” Nalia asked, newfound energy surging through her.

“Yes, as far as I know, I’ve successfully amplified your power. If you’re able, we can go to the gardens to test it.” Nymeria said. Nalia shook her head in delight, itching to test her powers.

Nalia quickly got out of her bed but as she swung her feet off the bed and rose, her legs began to wobble and she found herself toppling back onto the bed. Nalia tried again, slowly and with the help of Nymeria but soon enough got her footing back. Nalia slowly walked towards the door and gave it a push. The door violently swung open and crashed against the wall, the entire door splintering and snapping off from its hinges. Nalia looked in disbelief as she accidently wrecked the door just trying to open it. She looked back at Nymeria with a devilish smile, quickening her pace to get to the garden faster.

Nalia and Nymeria spent a good amount of time testing her amplified powers: She felt stronger; her body felt lighter and nimbler; she felt far more perceptive of her surroundings and her thoughts were far more comprehensive. Nalia closed her hands into a fist and flexed, her arms feeling bigger and far veinier.

“Now for the ultimate test. Don’t think about being 35 feet. Think about being as big as a mountain and just let your body set its limit and do the rest.” Nymeria said. She too was quite anxious and curious to see just how much more powerful she made Nalia. Nalia closed her eyes and loosened her body, taking in a deep breath. With a clench of her fists, Nalia’s body began expanding. Not only did she quickly skyrocket past her original growth, Nalia felt her body growing immensely faster in general than before. When her body and mind decided her limit was reached, Nalia opened her eyes to the sight of a brand-new horizon. Nalia gasped just at how massive she became. The castle itself, a giant of a structure was tiny compared to her.

“Gods!” Nalia screamed. “Just how big am I?” Nalia began to feel slightly nauseated the more she looked down. Everything looked and felt so small. Tiny dots on the ground moved about and it took a while for Nalia to realize those were humans. An odd noise echoed in Nalia’s left ear and shortly after felt a small tap on her shoulder. It was Nymeria- she teleported on top of Nalia so she could hear her.

“I cannot believe how massive you’ve become. Nalia I am not joking when I say this but I think you’re bigger than Ravia at her current max growth right now. Taking a good educated guess, you’re just towering over 400 feet.”

“400 feet?!” Nalia said, shocked. “This feels so foreign to me. I can’t imagine how much things I can flatten beneath my feet now, let alone my entire body.”

“In time, Nalia you’ll experiment that yourself but right now you should shrink down. I don’t think your body is used to you being this large at all and I think it will take a serious toll on you.” Nymeria said. Nalia’s eyes snapped wide open as she remembered one of her clan’s weaknesses. In an instant the 400-foot-tall giantess began to shrink down. Nalia was still around 100 feet when a huge wave of exhaustion hit her. Nymeria was right; if Nalia stayed that big for even just a few more minutes, she was certain she would die from exhaustion. Nalia returned back to normal height, panting heavily. She dropped down on a few steps to sit and recuperate her energy.

“That was close.” Nymeria said.

“Yeah, I could feel my heart was ready to collapse.” The two sat there for a few hours while Nalia regenerated her strength. Nalia poked and prodded more about Nymeria’s past and her people’s lore.

After many hours of recuperation, Nalia was well rested enough to set out on her journey. Within that time, King Ashton rounded up 6 of some of his best men and loaded up many caravan’s worth of food and supplies. Upon exiting the castle’s main giant doors, Nalia was greeted with her payment.

“6 men and a year’s worth of supplies, as requested.” Brand said. He didn’t have any whores by his side this time but instead a scribe diligently checking off things in the caravan. Upon finishing his last check and giving the approval, Ashton stepped aside and presented the caravan and the mercenary group to Nalia.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, my friend.” Ashton said. “I hope to see you again! Don’t hesitate if you need another favor done.” He said, sneering.

“And I hope to never see you again, young king.” Nalia said, coldly. The mercenary group tensed up as Nalia encroached.

“At your command, ma’am!” one mercenary said, stiffening his pose and striking a salute. The rest by his side followed in unison. All the men were quite strong looking ones; over 6 feet tall, incredibly built and clad in high quality armor and weaponry though none could stand taller than Nalia.

“What are our first orders, commander?” The leader of the group asked,

“We set out now and begin our search for that bitch, Ravia.” Nalia said, tensing her fists. Some of the men began to get worried when Ravia’s name escaped Nalia’s lips but the commander shook them back into focus.

“Affirmative, ma’am! We will take care of the caravan and stand by you. Men! To your stations!” The man yelled. 2 men hopped on the caravan horses while the other 4 stayed by Nalia’s side.

“Try to keep up with me, little ones.” Nalia said as her body began to grow. A severe sensation of fatigue struck Nalia and she recoiled back, shrinking down.

“Gah!” She said, fatigued and annoyed. “Never mind that, we move out now.” Nalia said. The men gave their salute and the caravans began moving. Nalia trekked on ahead, the other 4 soldiers in tow.

The beginning of the journey was a quiet one, as Nalia and her roving band of soldiers quietly followed behind her, not even daring to speak a word. After multiple hours of silence and a quiet stroll through Rockfell, the leader spoke up.

“Ma’am, if I may.” The soldier asked, awaiting a response. Nalia didn’t reply but only looked down at him, expecting more.

“Ahem,” the leader cleared his throat nervously. “Do we know exactly where Ravia is?”

“No, Nymeria knew were that bitch was hiding but refused to tell me. We’re going to have to retrace her steps. Thankfully I know where she began and we’re heading there right now: Calida.”

“Calida? I heard things about Calida. She’s the reason the country is without a king?” The leader asked.

“Yes.” Nalia responded.

“And his army, more than 5 thousand men all dead…” The leader said, getting choked up with his words.

“Don’t you dare get soft on me now, or so help me Ava I’ll make sure I kill you before Ravia does.” Nalia said. The leader gulped but gave reassurance that wouldn’t be the case. She scoffed and continued to watch the horizon as the caravan slowly followed behind her.

It took another hour before the group reached the border of Rockfell and entered Calida. For a long stretch, things seemed normal and the nervous thoughts the men had of what to expect soon dissipated. That is, however, until Nalia and the group finally began their search for Ravia, coming across a destroyed village by a crossroads.

“By the gods!” The leader said as he gazed upon the carnage of Ravia’s beginnings. Not a single home was untouched, either having a foot or first driven into it or completely smashed outright. The streets were littered with dried out blood stains and rotting corpses. The horrid stench of death wafted out through the entire town. Nalia and the group walked around, inspecting the bodies. Most, if not all of them laid there flattened and mutilated within a thinly dug-in crater in the shape of what seemed like a boot. Half ripped bodies, some even seemingly looking like a giant mouth had taken a bite out of them were sprawled all around, a frenzy of disgusting insects eating away at the bodies. Most of the men reeled in disgust, dry heaving at the smell but none of this fazed Nalia- this was a common sight amongst the warriors of Alvita and the smell was somewhat even light compared to the things she had to endure. Nalia walked towards the largest building, finding it completely crushed and flattened like Ravia slept on it. It was more of the same they saw before- crushed buildings and villagers- but one thing caught her attention. Drilled into the skull of a dead man was a massive great axe.

“This was hers.” Nalia said, looking down at the massive weapon. The blade itself was gargantuan, no less than 1 foot in length- the handle itself taller than Nalia. “No average man could even dream to wield something like this.” Nalia said. She stomped on the lifeless corpse and gripped the blade. Nalia ripped the blade from the skull, and held the axe in her hand. She was surprised Ravia could hold such a thing- Nalia could barely hold it without exerting great effort.

“Ma’am, why the interest in that basic looking axe?” The man asked. Nalia’s body snapped back behind her and glared back at the man.

“Because this basic axe is made from Alvian steel- steel one can only find inside the great mountain of Alvita, forged in the lava of the creator. This stupid bitch probably forgot about it and just left it, so it’s mine now.” Nalia slowly walked over to the caravan, trying not to look like she was exerting great energy to even hold it. With a grunt-filled swing, Nalia tossed the axe onto the caravan, making a loud crashing sound. The horses whinnied at the sudden increase in weight it had to now burden. Nalia grew to about 50 feet, scanning around the village. The group watched in confusion as Nalia towered over them, seemingly sightseeing.

“There.” Nalia said, pointing towards a specific direction.

“Ma’am?” The leader asked as Nalia shrunk back down and began to walk.

“Giant crater-like footsteps in that direction. Who else could have made such a lasting mark?” Nalia asked. The group followed the path, coming across a large patch of dark, dried up liquid.

“More blood?” The leader asked. He crouched down and gazed at the liquid for a while before shaking his head. “No, not blood but something else. Perhaps wine?” Nalia continued to walk, following the footsteps. It didn’t take them long but Nalia ended up stumbling across the vineyard. A clear-cut path of destruction led the group to the top of the vineyard, where they found the same colored wine splattered around the destroyed glass building. The footsteps retraced back to the village, where the group found themselves lost once again. Ravia’s movements were eratic and random; it took the group a while before they found her small camp by the waterfall alcove, though that didn’t give them any leads. After many failed attempts of tracking, the group gave up for the time being. Nalia and the group skipped across towards the capital of Calida, finding more of the same wanton destruction. The group stayed outside the capital of Calida, already seeing the destruction Ravia caused tearing through the city’s defense wall.

“Sir,” one of the men asked. “Just how big is this Ravia if she crushed her way through those city walls? I read in a report they’re 50 feet tall.”

“I don’t know, private but we need to stick through this. The young king really fucked us over on this one and I don’t think our captain is lying when she says she’ll kill us if we chicken out of this.”

“I know, I know but like, how the hell do we kill a woman who can walk through a 50-foot-tall barrier like it’s nothing?” He asked.

“We don’t.” He said, pointing at Nalia. “But she can and at this point it’s our objective to not get in her way and just keep this caravan safe.” The group all agreed but gave a collective sigh, terrified of what was to come.

Nalia skulked about the capital city of Calida. The streets were quite barren as Nalia walked through, only getting a simple glance before the people scurried away into the dark side streets. Nalia was confused as she walked through the slum sector- nothing seemed to be destroyed by Ravia. That thought was quickly diminished as she entered the wealthier side of the capital. It had been quite some time since Ravia first rampaged through the aristocratic section of Calida, smashing through the city’s castle and devouring the noble’s young heir as an act of war and still, the city hadn’t properly recovered. Nalia headed towards the castle entrance, immediately stopped by guards.

“Give me an audience with the king.” Nalia said. The guards looked at one another with a confused look.

“You been living under a rock?” One said.

“The king’s been exiled many fortnights ago.”

“Exiled? And where is he now?”

“Fuck if we know. That useless bastard is nothing to us.”

“Then give me audience to your queen.”

“She’s dead. Drank her liver away.”

Nalia shook her head in frustration.

“Then their heir, or are they dead too?”

“The giant red hair bitch ate him. Boy, you really don’t know anything, do you?” One guard said with a slight snicker.

“Where did she go?” Nalia asked.

“Just go west towards the plains of war and just follow the bloodshed. I’m sure you’ll find her in no time. That woman is pure demon spawn. Walk around the plains if you can’t stomach a dismembered soldier or 200.”

Nalia didn’t give verbal thanks, only a simple nod of acknowledgment, muttering the word west. She began walking down the winding steps of the castle before the guards called back to her once more.

“You can’t seriously be thinking about going after her? The bitch was hundreds of feet tall! She’d crush you with just her fucking toe, haha!” The guards laughed. Nalia only smirked and began to grow as she walked on, displaying her dominance. The soft echo of the guards chuckling quickly hushed as they watched Nalia grow to 50 feet and stomp through the city. Many screamed in terror, mostly from post trauma of the sight of a giantess once more. Nalia walked through the streets, not really caring if anyone fell beneath her steps; though no one was dumb enough this time to gaze at a giantess while in line of her strides. The soft crunches of various vendor shops and objects that flattened beneath Nalia’s feet brought a sense of joy to her. She was anxiously longing for the sight of Ravia to use her newly acquired growth to kill her.

Nalia extended her foot forwards with a powerful thrust, kicking down the 50-foot-tall drawbridge at the entrance to the city. She walked over the wreckage, looking down at her caravan and meek companions and beckoned them west. The group collectively gulped as they watched Nalia step foot into the ruins of what was once, The Plains of War. They heard stories of the battle and how badly the bodies were demolished. The group could barely stomach the sight of the massacred bodies- ripped limbs, spewed guts and the horrid stench of death circled them every step. The men held in their disgust, not daring to be heard whimpering by Nalia. The plains of war were massive, and the extent of death stretched across it was matched; more than 50 minutes had passed and the group only found themselves halfway through the plains. Thankfully, they took a sharp turn south and headed down towards Falzia.

The group ventured through the now barren wasteland of a province. Dried grass and sickly gray and withered flowers littered the once beautiful fields. The soldiers weren’t knowledgeable about the second pendant and the wonders it gifted Falzia, but Nalia did.

“She has the second pendant, now.” The voice of Nymeria echoed into Nalia’s mind. Getting up close and personal with giving a Nalia a boost in power also allowed her to communicate with her telepathically.

“That means the grand wizard truly is dead?! Fuck! How is that possible? I thought you said that your people were deathly weak to magic?” Nymeria asked, swearing for the first time.

“The Alvitan’s are.” Nalia responded.

“Impossible! This doesn’t make sense that she survived it all. The man who protected Falzia was quite literally the strongest man to master the arts of magic from Mage’s Birthright,” She said. “I even personally powered him up with more powerful magics.” She muttered. Nymeria had become increasingly worried.

“Why does this bother you, my queen?” Nalia said.

“Because Ravia was not supposed to get this far. She was supposed to die getting the second pendant. I thought maybe she had gotten lucky and dug up the pendant while the wizard wasn’t looking, but I no longer sense his presence. This is bad, Nalia. The last 2 pendants are barely guarded!”

“Why would you only bolster yourself for 2 pendants?! That makes no sense!” Nalia exclaimed.

“Because!” Nymeria shouted, quieting Nalia. “Because, we got careless. None of the mages, nor even the elders of Faye thought Ravia would triumph over the grand wizard. He was the greatest of all time, Easily more powerful than Ava and possibly could have held his own against even me. We simply just did not expect her to win, Nalia. I know not what more to say to you at this point.”

The two walked in silence as Nalia aimlessly scouted Falzia, distracted by this newfound info.

“Then what do we do, my queen? Surely you can teleport me to her now! This has to mean Faye is in danger.”

“It’s not that simple, Nalia. While yes, Faye could potentially be in danger, unless Ravia is crossing the protected waters and has stepped onto our lands, I still cannot teleport you. And with the grandmaster dead, my power of foresight is now severed. I linked my magic with the grandmaster and he did the same. It was why I was able to spy on Ravia a bit but now I can’t do that. Just question some of the villagers, surely they’ve seen her.”

Nalia growled in frustration, ending her talk with Nymeria on a bad note. Her cool collective strides quickly turned into a worrisome jog- Nalia was running out of time to find Ravia- if she finds the third pendant, there’s no way she would be able to fight her anymore. Nalia struggled to find a village with inhabitants; they were either completely ravaged or the villager to too starved to speak. Some that were healthy enough were immediately shell shocked once Nalia’s description of the red-haired giantess began to ring bells to them. It took Nalia a while, but she eventually broke a meek villager into talking.

“Fucking tell me where she went, or I swear I will split you in two, slowly.” Nalia said to a villager as she held her in her gigantic hands, grown to 50 feet. She clutched at both her legs, spreading them wide open. The villager screamed in agony as Nalia pushed the limits on how much her body could stretch.

“Please! STOP! I’ll talk, gods, I’ll talk!” The woman yelled. Her voice was high pitched and earing piercing as Nalia readied to split her in two.

“Head closer to the edge of Falzia and towards the protected waters. You’ll find her camp there. I watched her head there many times and shrink down, she must be using that spot to rest!” The woman yelled. Nalia peered off into the distance, exhaling through her nose.

“Good, now was that so hard, little one? Just in case you’re lying to me, I might as well break you just a little bit.” Nalia said with a sadistic grin. She flicked the woman’s left arm back and with little to no pressure, broke it. The woman cried in agony as her arm shattered but remained intact. Nalia tossed her into the villages stables where she landed in a bale of hay. Nalia’s bloodlust for Ravia was beginning to bleed into her overall personality it seemed. Before, she didn’t have a need to be so cruel.

Nalia broke into a full sprint now, not even looking back to see if the caravan was keeping up. Surprinsingly though, the horses were able to gallop incredibly fast, eagerly chasing after Nalia. It still took the group around 20 minutes to reach Nalia, though it was impressive considered the giantess dashed dozens upon dozens of miles out towards the water’s edge. Nalia stumbled across the hut Ravia and Brand rested in. Though to her dismay, the two were no where to be found. In a fit of rage, Nalia thrashed at the hut, kicking through it with ease.

“YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!” Nalia screamed out while giant. “WHERE ARE YOU?” The caravan slowly approached Nalia as her shouts blasted across the province. Nalia headed east, searching the water’s edge for any sign of the two. The soldier headed west, mostly just to be away from Nalia and her angry footfalls. One of the soldiers quietly walked around the dried-up grass until he noticed something odd in the grass.

“This red-haired lady, she’s a big one, right?” The young soldier asked.

“Yeah, like 9 feet tall or some shit.” Another replied.

“Then I found some of her tracks.” The soldier said calmly. “No way a normal person has footsteps this big.”

The other 5 soldiers looked at the 6th, quickly back at one another then broke into a mad dash towards Nalia.

“We found their tracks! We found their tracks!” The guards began to yell.

“Where?!” Nalia yelled, sprinting towards them.

“West of here!” The guards yelled but as they finished their sentence, the men found themselves throwing themselves to the side as Nalia carelessly ran through them, nearly stomping them out of existence. The wanton bloodlust that filled Nalia’s mind blinded her of her surroundings. Nalia shrunk down and inspected the tracks.

“Oh, I’ve got you now, bitch.” She said as she steadily followed the tracks.

The group slowly followed a trail of constantly changing feet sizes, half torn through villages and to the soldiers, the most disturbing sight they’ve seen yet.

“Sniffs, Oh gods! What is that putrid smell?” A soldier yelped.

“Gods, you’re right! It’s worse than those dead villagers! What even is it?” The soldiers began to plug their nose but also hesitantly attempt to search for the source of the stench. It didn’t take them long as it was quite hard to miss such an alarming sight.

“What. The. Fuck. Is. That?” A soldier asked.

“No, there’s no way. How is it that big?” Another exclaimed. Banter began going back and forth between the soldiers; all of them complaints.

“Gods, I think I’m going to throw up.”

“Oh, for the love of Ava, are all the men of your country this pathetic? It’s like you’ve never seen a mound of shit before in your lives!”

“But Captain! Gods, how are you not even bothered by that smell? And the size! It’s fucking bigger than all of us combined. You have to be lying if this doesn’t bother you.” The captain said, pointing at the mound of Ravia’s waste. She had to have been at 350 feet tall when she emptied her bowels, as the mound towered over the men. Nalia scoffed with a slight smile.

“Just wait until tomorrow morning, then you’ll see why I’m not bothered by this.” Nalia asked as she began following Ravia’s tracks more. The soldier looked on with confusion before shuddering and dry heaving upon realization of Nalia’s words.

Nalia’s bloodlust began rising once more the more she searched. Tracks started to look fresher and the pillaged villages began to look less and less ravaged. One village, seemingly untouched save for a stepped-on house and one flattened villager. Nalia entered the village with her caravan and began interrogating the locals. They quickly talked, considering Nalia resorted to violence before questioning. Nalia learned that a red-haired giant attacked their village, crushing a home and killing one of their guardsmen. They thought she was going to kill every last one of them but instead, she demanded all of their food if they wanted to spare their lives.

Nalia rose her eyebrows. Ravia rarely ever leaves survivors. She thought to herself. The fact that the only person she killed was hostile and that every innocent was still alive sent Nalia into confusion.

Is that bitch getting soft? She wondered. Nalia quickly shook her head and tossed the villager she was gripping by the neck to the side and dashed out the front gate. Nalia didn’t stop to interrogate anyone anymore. The footsteps she was leaving behind were only minutes old, though they were as if she was 350 feet tall, so Nalia still had a way to trek. Nalia sprinted down the water’s edge, long exiting Falzia and reaching past the west end of the plains of war.

Nalia began to enter the province of Typhon, where she encountered a rather large town. She walked towards the gate and found it crushed; most definitely stepped on by a giant. “Trinity Point- the three-way meeting point between: Rafa, Death’s desert and the plains of war”, was what she could read from the sign outside. Nalia climbed through the wreckage of the gate and pressed on. Small echoes could be heard from within the town and Nalia’s heart began to beat hard. As she sprinted through the streets, Nalia peered up and froze in place.

Rising high above the homes was a tuft of red hair- one neatly and tightly tied back into a ponytail. The woman was massive, clad in her chainmail armor as she slowly pushed around her gargantuan body- her footfalls booming through the streets. Random bouts of screaming could be heard, followed by more, loud footfalls.

It was Ravia.

Nalia’s thoughts and hearing became blank for a moment, almost as if she was deaf. The sound of her heart beating was all she could hear as she sprinted through the streets, slowly growing.

“Nalia, careful with your growth.” Nymeria tried to plead but Nalia was completely overtaken with bloodlust. As Nalia grew to her new height of 400 feet. She ran straight through a home, eviscerating it and its inhabitants. She slid into the town’s main square and readied herself. Nalia pulled a dagger out from her leg strap and gripped it tightly with her fist.

“Miss me, bitch?” Nalia said. Ravia froze in place, just about to crush a market stand. She retracted her foot and slowly turned her head back with deep confusion. Ravia looked down, expecting to see a normal sized human, but her eyesight quickly began gazing up towards thick, yet wickedly toned thighs and midriff, before locking her clouded blue eyes with Nalia’s- fiery orange and filled with rage.

“You.” Was all Ravia could muster as she pulled her own knife from her leg strap and readied herself too.

The two giant warriors of Alvita watched one another with a piercing gaze. The two women held their own daggers in hand, Ravia holding it with a tight grip while Nalia played with it with finesse. They stood in a battle-ready stance, but neither dared to make the first move. Ravia nervously gazed at Nalia. Not even Nalia could grow past 50 feet, so the fact that she has now surpassed Ravia while she has 2 pieces of the pendant struck her with fear. Trinity point had quite a massive marketplace in the heart of the town, but even it was no match to house two gargantuan women. Nalia stood at her artificial 400 feet, while Ravia bitterly looked up at her while only 350 feet; her forehead just barely rising past Nalia’s shoulders.

“Make the first move, bitch.” Nalia said with anger. She pointed her dagger straight at Ravia after flipping it around in a fancy motion.

“How are you this big? It’s not possible!” Ravia yelled, slowly edging towards Nalia. Her heavy footfalls crashed down unto the cobblestone floor, cracking it a bit with each step. Each step swept away a market stall too, either by tremors or simply flattening it. Nalia laughed.

“Well let’s say an afternoon with Queen Nymeria was far more fruitful that a lifetime training my ass off in Alvita.” Nalia retorted.

“You stupid bitch! You made a deal with the Faye people? You understand Alvita will never accept you again? The elders would personally execute you themselves!” Ravia yelled.

“I don’t fucking care what the elders think!” Nalia screamed, her posture becoming tenser as she too began slowly creeping towards Ravia. Her angered footfalls too cracked the cobblestone floor. “It’s not like they will get a chance to come back to this world to do it anyways. You’re not leaving this little town alive.”

Ravia chuckled. “Don’t make me laugh, you fool! Just because you’re a head or so bigger than me, doesn’t mean you can handle me.

“Alvita failed me. Nymeria has shown me the way, Ravia and you’re the only person standing in my way of greatness. I’m going to enjoy choking you with your own intestines!” Nalia said with a coy smirk. The rage building in Ravia overflowed- siding with the Faye’s was one thing, but so openly abandoning her home set Ravia through the roof. With a roar, Ravia dove at Nalia’s neck with her knife. Far more nimble than the red haired barbarian, Nalia swiftly dodged past Ravia, slashing her side and standing behind her. Ravia winced at the pain as Nalia’s dagger sliced straight across her skin. Nalia hopped back and pulled her leg in. With a roar of her own, Nalia outstretched her foot and slammed it straight against Ravia’s back. She cried out in pain as she was sent stumbling forwards. Ravia quickly lost balance and found herself falling straight into a row of homes. Although far more high class looking than the vast majority of buildings Ravia had been tearing through, these buildings could barely sustain the weight of a falling giantess. Ravia’s voluptuous body crashed down sending debris flying everywhere. A thundering boom could be heard throughout the city, followed with a wicked Earthquake. Ravia wobbled as she arose, dusting off the debris punctured into her skin. As she cleared debris from her face, Ravia was welcomed with a full-force punch to her cheek. The blow rocked her head to the side, though the impact brought Ravia to her senses. Nalia threw another straight hook towards Ravia but she quickly grabbed Nalia’s fist. Ravia twisted her fist and yanked Nalia forwards. Ravia rocked her head back and slammed it against Nalia as she was dragged forwards. The blow dazed both of the women but Ravia recovered faster. Grabbing Nalia on her shoulders, Ravia delivered a powerful knee strike straight into Nalia’s gut. Her eye’s widened brightly as she fell on her knees and retched a bit. Ravia delivered another crushing knee strike to Nalia, this time striking her in her forehead. Nalia’s head rocked back, her face dazed as ever as her body slammed down unto the city floor, crushing the vast majority of the market stands. Ravia crouched onto Nalia, pinning her down with her heavy body. Ravia let out a flurry of unrelenting blows. Nalia struggled to keep up, only able to block a few. As Ravia’s stamina begin to dwindle, she rose both her hands high up in the air and with a deafening roar, slammed her fists down upon Nalia’s face like an enraged primate. Nalia’s block was pointless as Ravia’s force slammed against Nalia’s face. The cobblestone ground shattered wildly as Nalia’s head slammed against it, sinking into the ground a bit more. Nalia’s body began to relax and her hands fell to her side. Ravia stayed crouched on top of her but alas, Nalia would not strike back. Ravia smirked and began to lift herself off Nalia.

“Haha!” Ravia laughed. She let out heavy breaths as she struggled to remain giant size under so much strain. “You failed to best me in Alvita and now even with all the help you could possibly fucking receive, you still can barely even leave a scratch on me. Face it, Nalia! You’ll always be second best to me. I’ll remember this little fight we had once I become a goddess. You better get used to being my personal ass slave, haha!” Ravia said. She turned away from Nalia and looked down at a frightened Brand.

“Ah, Brand, you’re here just in time. I’m going to need a good fucking after this to get my energy back.”

“Ravia! No! Look out!” Brand tried to scream up at Ravia. His voice sounded like a whisper at Ravia’s current height. Ravia didn’t get a moment to ask Brand to repeat himself because she quickly found herself on her knees with a red hot stinging feeling against her back. It was Nalia and during Ravia’s narcissistic monologue, the chocolate skinned giantess regained enough strength to rise on her feet, pull her dagger out and slash Ravia straight against her back. Ravia fell to her knees but Nalia viciously grabbed at Ravia’s ponytail and yanked her back up on her feet. Holding her in a chokehold, Nalia began to the shank Ravia countless times in her side. Ravia screamed in pain, her yelping quickly turning to shrieks of pure agony. Nalia could only muster a small degree of strength after getting pummeled, so she quickly released Ravia after stabbing her midsection like butter.

“You fucking cunt. You were always so ahead of yourself. Change of plans, I’m not going to choke you with your own intestines, I’m going to slowly saw your fucking head off and present It to Queen Nymeria herself. All these years you’ve been getting lucky, Ravia and it’s finally caught up to you. I think I’m going to use you as my ass slave instead, then hand your dismembered body off to the queen. How does that sound you red-hair fuck?!” Nalia said with scorn. She mustered out a weak kick against Ravia’s back but it was enough to make her cry out in pain.

“Any. Last. Words?” Nalia said, huffing at each word. Ravia let out a low chuckle as her head was dipped down to the ground.

“Like I said, Nalia. You’ll always be second to me.” Ravia said. With that, Ravia used what little strength she had to swing her body around and sweep Nalia off her feet. The motion shot pain straight through Ravia’s body, but she quickly ignored the agonizing pain with the help of some near-death adrenaline. Nalia’s knife fell to the floor but Ravia quickly grabbed it. Tossing it to her right hand, Ravia dove in a rammed the knife straight into Nalia’s side. Ravia forced the knife upwards, tearing into Nalia’s body. Ravia twisted the knife and gave it one last push to shove it as far into Nalia as she could before dropping her body against Nalia’s. The curvy giantess’s breasts squished against each-others as Ravia’s face fell very close to Nalia’s.

“Always. Second.” Ravia whispered into Nalia’s ears. Nalia was clinging on to life, her eyes nearly rolling back. The adrenaline ended and the pain seeped back into Ravia’s subconscious. Ravia rolled off Nalia, groaning in pain. Their wounds began quickly healing, as per their Alvitan gift, so the two giantesses began to rise up. Both wounds were incredibly deep and fatal, so both women knew they needed hours to rest. Ravia noticed that Nalia was no longer a head taller than her and smirked.

“You’re shrinking. I guess you can’t handle what it takes to be a true giantess.” Ravia said, chuckling.

“Speak for yourself you buffoon. You’re doing the same.” Nalia pointed out to Ravia as she held onto a building for support. Dozens of guards circled the two women. Weapons of all kinds were trained on the two, the soldiers in a collective battle stance.

“Ravia!” Brand yelled out. He was skipping across rooftops towards her. Ravia held out her massive hand to Brand and he jumped on. She brought him close, putting him on her shoulder. The guards that were sprinting after Brand on the rooftops halted and watched the giantess with caution. Both Nalia and Ravia watched the soldiers with nervousness.

“Fucking soldiers, we’re surrounded!” Ravia yelled out.”

“Yeah and we’re giant barbarians. We can just kill them and resume our fight.” Nalia said, slowly.

“Or are you getting soft and don’t want to hurt any more precious little innocents?” She said.

“I visited one of the villages you showed mercy. What happened to, no survivors, huh, Ravia? I thought you enjoyed killing defenseless and innocent people for sport? What happened to that?”

“Shut up.” Ravia said, breathing wildly. She didn’t want to get berated by Nalia about her conflicting morality, not now of all places.

“You know this is pointless right now.  We’re constantly shrinking” Ravia said.

By time they both realized, Both Nalia and Ravia were just about 100 feet tall, still slowly degrading in height.

They both knew that if they stayed here their bodies would eventually give out and the soldiers wouldn’t stop hacking at them until they were both dead. The two giantesses destroyed a better portion of half the city with their monstrous stature. The two women gave one another a cold stare and with one final nod of acknowledgement, thrashed their way through the city streets in opposite directions, back into the wilderness.

Chapter 19: Thieves’ Landing

              It took a better portion of 15 hours before Ravia was feeling somewhat recovered after her battle with Nalia, but even then her body was adorned with new scars to add to her collection. Ravia knew she needed more than 15 hours to feel fully recovered though. She expended all of her stored up energy, exhausted her body past her breaking point, exhausted her ability to abuse the use of the second pendants additional growth energy before sating it, and was now walking with an empty stomach and no food. Nalia retreated East back towards Falzia while Ravia headed west, straight into death’s desert. Ravia couldn’t risk Nalia catching her so soon after her fight, so she stayed normal height to reduce any form of giant footsteps being left behind. Death’s desert too was aptly named- there was not a single living thing for miles and the blistering hot heat was not helping the situation either. It didn’t take long for Brand to collapse, forcing Ravia to carry him on her back- not like he weighed much for Ravia to carry, even when normal size. The duo slogged through the barren desert- which served as the barrier for entering the province- but soon enough, they reached the border of the infamous province. Immediately upon reaching the border, or what was left of it, Ravia and Brand were greeted by a band of thieves and cutthroats.

“State ye business for coming here!” one yelled out.

“Temporary residence.” Ravia said with a raspy voice. She was longing for tall glass of water, or ale. The man laughed.

“We don’t let in anyone in so easily! I don’t care that you’re a hulking fucking brute of a woman, you lot will need to prove yourself! Boys!” A brigand yelled. A handful of men hopped over the broken down wall, all clad in shoddy leather armor and equipped with basic blades. They circled around Ravia. Annoyed and simply just not in the mood, Ravia quickly grew to 50 feet. The cutthroats watched in awe as Ravia towered over them adorned with a pissed off look. Ravia rose her foot above one of the men and quickly pushed it down on him- his back arched backwards as he looked up at the foot and was immediately forced down- his back cracking with ease and flattening beneath Ravia’s boot. The other men hesitated to move and as Ravia readied to kill them all, she glanced down at Brand. His harrowing words echoed back into Ravia’s mind; the ones that asked her why it was that she was such a ruthless killer. A strong pain struck back into Ravia’s head, that same ominous voice pleading her to kill the men that stood before her. Ravia groaned in pain, grabbing her head with her hands and shouted:

“If you value your fucking lives, you’d best run and get the hell out of my sight!” The men didn’t even wait a moment for Ravia to double back on her remark and bolted back towards the landing. The man standing on the gate’s wall screamed at his group of men as they scurried away, throwing his weapon at one of them. A large shadow casted over the man as he slowly turned around, his shoulders raised high with fright. The brigand yelped as Ravia grabbed him with a tight grip and held him close to her face.

“Now tell me, you little weasel- you have a home here in the landing?” Ravia asked.

“Yes! I do! In the capital! Please, take it. It’s all yours! Just don’t hurt me, I beg you!” The brigand pathetically begged. Ravia smirked.

“Sorry, but that’s not how thieves’ landing customs work- and I’m sure you know just what needs to happen for me to have your home.” Ravia said. She smirked and slowly tilted her head back, opening her mouth. It was dry, not even showing a hint of saliva. Ravia struggled to force the man down his mouth as her throat lacked the usual slickness it normally would have. After moments of fearful struggle, the man finally fell down Ravia’s throat and down into her stomach, soon to just be part of the next morning’s passing.

If you were a murderer, arsonist, rapist or just about anything unlawful and could hold your own in a fight, then thieves landing was your place of respite. The land was a desolate one, devoid of any nature. No king or queen dares to rule the land and as such, the men and women carry on their lives without so much as to follow a single law. Most people live peacefully, not really actively trying to kill for fun daily while others still enjoy the good ol nighttime murder spree. Fish was basically all there was to eat on the coastal province and only a select few markets thrived in the capital. If you minded your business and worked to sustain yourself, you were rarely bothered in thieves landing, but if you actively tried to make a name for yourself and harassed others, you bet your ass people will come for you while you slept. Alcohol was a big thing in thieves landing. The whole province was drunk nearly every day, people partying, fucking and killing like it was their religion. Ravia knew this was the safest place to be right now without needing to grow; Brand could easily fend for himself and Ravia knew her ways around getting free food and booze quickly in the past when she ventured here. Ravia remained giant sized as she stomped through the landing- it rained quite often, so the ground was a muddy mess. Ravia knew her footsteps would get covered by nightfall with the awful climate of the country. The capital itself was also quite far into the landing, hugging itself by the seaside. The capital was the liveliest place in all the landing, though it was also the hardest place to live. Anyone in the landing was welcome to travel to the capital for a night of partying and sex, but come nightfall whatever time it was for people to rest, living there was ironically expensive. A lot of people fight to live in the capital because it’s where all the best alcohol, produce and women are and as well, the last few well-intact homes resided too. Many homes were set up all across thieves landing and you could arguably live wherever you wanted; the problem as that once you make thieves landing your home, quite literally no one looks out for you. There’s no company to build your home or furnish it and there’s no farmers willing to sell produce for you. Because of this, many of the “wealthier” inhabitants of the landing have paid for ample protection to keep their homes in the capital.

Ravia finally made her way to the grand entrance of the capital, though she was quickly flagged down by a man.

“Giant! Stop there!” The man said, running towards him with his arms flailing. Ravia groaned, rolling her eyes back.

“What do you want, little man?” Ravia said, tapping her giant foot very close to the man.

“I, uh, I mean no disrespect ma’am, but please shrink to your normal size before entering the capital. It is strict orders from our leader. Please understand. You’re not the first giant to venturing forth into the capital of thieves landing.”

“Wait, what? There are more giants here? Right now?” Ravia asked, quickly shrinking down with haste.

“Y-yes, ma’am. There are in fact 2 giants residing here. You should maybe speak to our leader, he is one of the 2 giants. He most definitely will want to have a word with you.”

“Okay. Yes, take me to this leader of yours. I need to have a word with him on your welcome party, anyways.” Ravia said.

“Oh! You ran into Jeremy and his gang?” The man asked.

“Yes.” Ravia said.

“And they let you through, obviously? They were paid to let anyone in who weren’t royals or authority. Are they alive?”

“No, well not Jeremy and some other fool at least.”

“Oh…. Well then I suppose as accustom to our land, you will be rewarded Jeremy’s home. You’re a lucky one considering he has a home here in the capital.” The man said.

Ravia laughed. “Good, good. Send some women to my new home tonight but first, I want to meet this leader of yours.” Ravia said. As she began to follow the greeter to the landing’s mysterious leader, a sharp pain struck into Ravia’s side; right where Nalia ripped into her with a barrage of stabs. The pain was severe, even dropping Ravia to one knee.

“Gah!” Ravia cried out in pain, clutching her side. “On second thought, I’ll meet this leader tomorrow. I need some rest.”

“Very well, but it must be first thing next morning. I’ll show you to Jeremy’s home.” He said, not noticing Ravia.

 Brand began to help Ravia up and for a moment, she allowed it before coming to her senses and shrugging him off. As the two continued to head into the landing and towards their newly acquired home, both Ravia’s and Brand’s stomach groaned in unison. It took a few minutes of trekking through the landing but after a couple thousand steps and many, MANY frightful stares from citizens seeing a nearly 9 foot tall Ravia, the greeter finally presented the two the entrance, to Jeremy’s home. His home wasn’t anything too fancy, which brought a disappointed look to Ravia’s face. Homes in the capital were immensely expensive and difficult to obtain, so it was no surprise that a cutthroat like Jeremy would have one of the lower end homes. It was 2 stories tall, however, which was a pleasant surprise for Ravia as she had been spending months in tiny huts.

“This Jeremy, was he rich?” Ravia asked the greeter.

“For his line of work, being a mercenary- yes. He was actually surprisingly wealthy.” The greeter replied.

“Good, because I forgot to get his key. Summon a repairman for me.” Ravia said.

“Oh, but surely you could just get it off him? He is still lying at the gate I presume?” He asked.

“Nope.” Was all Ravia replied with as he tapped her stomach.

“Oh….” The greeter said with a bit of cringe. “I see.” Ravia positioned herself in front of the door and with great ease, kicked the door down. The barbarian channeled a little too much strength though, as the door came clean off the hinges and flung straight into the home, smashing into the living room section and destroying a few pieces of furniture. Ravia bent down to enter through the door’s passing and entered their new home. The roof was just barely over 9 feet tall, so Ravia’s head was nearly scraping against the ceiling with each step. Her hair, however, continuously brushed against the wooden ceiling. The floor’s creaked with each step, obviously not built to regularly hold the weight of a brute like Ravia. The home was adorned with very basic furniture- the now destroyed living room was set with a coffee table and small couch; the kitchen was lined with the bare necessities along with a rundown table and set of chairs- Ravia slowly walked up the stairs, having to duck her head down considerably to make it higher up. A short and narrow walkway divided up different rooms, with a third and final door at the end of the hallway. Ravia swung both doors on the sides of the hallway open with force, slamming the doors against the walls but thankfully not destroying them. Each was a bedroom, again lined with the simplest of things. One bedroom was clearly nicer than the other, which Ravia figured was Jeremy’s room and deemed hers. Crouching through the doorway, Ravia headed to the final room and opened it, guessing what it might be. To her suspicions, she correct- the bathroom. A simple large bathing trough sat in a corner next to a water irrigation pump- an odd contraption that was developed in Typhon. The mages and brightest scholars of the birthright worked together to allow magic to funnel through many holes and tubes and into people’s homes, allowing them to use that same contraption to allow water to come out. It was heralded as the greatest thing Typhon has created so far, and every province has it. As Ravia looked scanned the rest of the room, she groaned in annoyance as she spotted the toilet. She walked over to it and peered down at it, kicking it slightly.

“These pathetic Cambrians never make a big enough toilet!” Ravia yelled out. Ravia turned around and sat down, dropping her massive ass upon it. Her huge ass cheeks enveloped the tiny commode. Ravia groaned again in annoyance, standing up as the toilet could barely sustain her large booty.

“Pathetic thing is so fucking tiny.” She muttered. For an Alvitan, when Nature called, it was normal for anyone to handle their business outside. In fact, there probably wasn’t even a conventional “bathroom” in the lands of Alvita because the folk that lived there did not deem it necessary. Ravia enjoys the change of scenery, finally living in a nice, cozy home but these homes were definitely not made for a giantess like Ravia and certainly weren’t built with the thought of someone having such a huge frame and voluptuous body as herself.

Ravia headed back to the nicer bedroom, opening a chest. In it, held all of Jeremy’s fortune. Ravia grabbed a large handful of coin and headed downstairs where Brand and the greeter awaited. Ravia slapped a decent sum of gold into the greeter’s hands.

“This is for the repairman. And ask him about making a larger toilet. Can’t believe you little ones even consider that usable!” Ravia said.  She looked at Brand with a smile, slapping her stomach and opening her hand to show off all the coin.

“Let’s go fucking eat until we burst!” Ravia said with glee. Brand was shocked at her words. For once in his life, it seemed like Ravia was openly inviting him to enjoy a meal with her and not just eating her scraps. Brand happily agreed, smiling as the two headed out. The greeter wondered why Ravia would request something as odd as a bigger commode but as he peered at Ravia’s posterior, he quickly realized why and began to try to hide his slowly rising bulge in his pants. Ravia and Brand headed to the closest pub, and showered it in gold, getting barmaids to send in plate after plate of food. Ravia devoured every last morsel, chewing down on the bones of the various meat she ingested and emptying the barrels upon barrels of ale being brought to their table. Brand tapped out at 4 plates of heaping food and 3 ales- Ravia on the other hand was well over 20 plates devoured. The barmaid eventually delivered the bad news of the pub running out of food for the night but Ravia was bursting at the seams and nigh shit-faced in intoxication. After drunkenly overpaying for the food and alcohol, Ravia and Brand stumbled back to their new home. The greeter was at their home, patiently waiting for them. The man attempted to speak to Ravia but she was far too drunk to understand a thing. The greeter simply grabbed her wrist, placed a key in her palm and walked away, probably turned away from her foul, alcohol-breath. Ravia stumbled to open the door as Brand barely held onto her body. The lock clicked open and Ravia lazily pushed the door open.

“You’re finally home!” A sexy young voice called out. Ravia looked around in confusion but soon enough found the location of the voice. Standing up at the top of the staircase was a petite adult and very naked, woman. She smiled brightly as her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and her face a bit. She had a pretty slimmed figure but her breasts, thighs and most likely butt were incredibly thick- nearly rivaling Ravia’s voluptuousness.

“Come upstairs, you sexy red-head.” She said, beckoning Ravia upstairs. Ravia smiled as she watched the woman from head to two, completely enthralled by her body. She drunkenly stumbled up the staircase, slipping multiple times but she finally made it up. Immediately, Ravia grabbed the woman by the ass and lifted her up, locking lips with her. With her free hand, Ravia slipped a finger straight into the woman’s butthole, fingering it playfully. The woman pushed herself off Ravia’s face.

“You know, my friend is going to be very jealous if I end up just fucking you in the hallway.” She said. Ravia’s eye light up with excitement as the words processed in her mind. Ravia walked towards her bedroom, the woman still being held against Ravia. As she peered into her bedroom, Ravia was met with yet another sexy and equally voluptuous blonde. The woman was lying on Ravia’s bed, legs spread open and slowly fingering herself. She looked at Ravia, watching her finger still in the first blonde’s butt.

“You know, I enjoy having my asshole fingered far more than her.” She said with a super seductive voice. Ravia smiled. The woman rose from the bed as Ravia pulled it from the room’s corner and rotating it. Ravia sat down, her massive body slamming down unto the smooth wooden floorboards and leaned against the pulled-out bed. Spreading her legs open, the first blonde got on all fours and crawled between Ravia’s legs. She leaned close against Ravia’s body and caressed her breasts. Ravia began to grow out of sheer horniness and the girls watched in awe as Ravia slowly doubled their height. Ravia’s already huge breasts now seemingly dwarfed the women, as the first blonde enjoyed a mouthful as she sucked on Ravia’s nipple. The second blonde pulled Ravia’s face towards her and the two began to make out. Ravia’s large, long tongue invaded her mouth, nearly deep throating her with just her tongue. Ravia’s hand held a tight grip on the second blonde, tightly grasping her ass. Ravia released. Saliva spewing out.

“Get on your back.” Ravia said to the first woman. She smiled but was unwary of her intentions. Ravia bucked her hips a little bit and tilted it upwards, revealing her anus. Laying her hand on the blonde’s pussy, Ravia slowly pushed her underneath herself, wedging her head between her ass cheeks and positioning her right under Ravia’s anus. Ravia could feel the blonde’s nose poking about at her asshole, which only turned Ravia on even more. With a couple antsy twitches, Ravia slowly began to feel soft licks against her asshole. The ecstasy began to take over Ravia’s mind as the second blonde began to climb on Ravia’s body. Ravia assisted her by lifting her up and the rest of the night was a memory as Ravia let the second blonde sit on her face, leaving her pussy and anus free for licking and invading. Ravia woke in the middle of the night, finding not only the two blondes but a naked Brand as well sleeping with them. Ravia’s breasts were splattered with cum as the second blonde rested on one of Ravia’s gargantuan breasts, her face completely covered in dried looking cum. The first blonde was still underneath Ravia, seemingly staying down there the entire time. Ravia tightly tapped her with a worried feeling but was relieved to see her react and move a bit. Ravia closed her eyes again with a soft, delightful sigh and drifted back off to sleep again.

As the morning sun shone through her home, Ravia awoke with a nice, well rested stretch. It was the first time in months since she actually got to sleep on a nice bed, let alone one with pillows. Ravia was still stubborn with her gigantism, however and chose to sleep at 8 ft, 4” tall- her legs well stretched past the end of the bed. The two sexy blondes were gone, with only a bottomless Brand resting his body atop Ravia. She smiled as she looked down at Brand peacefully sleeping against her and for once, calmly moved him off from her chiseled abdomen and laid him on the bed. Ravia walked to the bathroom and enjoyed a nice, although cold, bath. She couldn’t fit in the trough fullthough she enjoyed the feeling of getting weeks’ worth of sweat and dirt caked on her skin off her body as well, of course the now dried semen off her chest. Ravia peered at the other side of the room and scowled to still see a tiny commode awaiting her. She didn’t really have much of a choice though because she was enjoying her pampered lifestyle too much. After a much needed cleaning, Ravia let her long hair flow down her back, far past her shoulders as she let it dry.

Ravia headed downstairs and poured herself a huge tankard of ale. She walked over towards her living room and removed the old, kicked down door she destroyed when first entering her new home and sat down on the mildly destroyed couch. Still naked, Ravia let out another stretch as she slowly began drinking her ale, scratching her stomach with her free hand. Her hand slowly began to lower and lower until she found herself lazily masturbating. Ravia was definitely not a morning person, so her movements were slow and without much effort. As Ravia continued to relax, a knock at her door sprung her slightly awake. Downing the last bit of ale, Ravia walked towards the door and swung it open, revealing her naked and voluptuous body to whomever it was that knocked.

“I-uh-ahem.” The greeter form before said, nearly choking on his own spit as the giant, naked and incredibly sexy body of Ravia greeted him. Ravia was still fingering herself a bit, rubbing her clit as she bent through the door and towered over the greeter.

“Yes?” Ravia said with a devious smile.

“A package from the leader of Thieves’ Landing, miss Ravia. Please accept and also please note public indecency such as nudity is prohibited in non-sex work areas.”

“Oh, is it now? My apologies.” Ravia said as she giggled.  She leaned downwards a bit to grab the package, her slightly wet fingers brushing against the greeter’s hand. He winced slightly as he came in contact with Ravia. The red-haired barbarian held the package at her side, still revealing her naked body as the greeter stood completely still in shock.

“Tell me, Mr. Greeter, you ever have your cock sucked by a woman nearly twice your size?” Ravia asked.

“WHA-” The greeter tried to speak but before he could turn tail and run, Ravia grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

The greeter stumbled out the front door after getting completely sucked dry, Ravia smiling as she licked the remnants of the greeters cum off her plump lips. As Ravia settled down a bit and enjoyed her morning sex, she couldn’t help but sigh with a twinge of sadness. She looked down at the half finished pendant of Ava, lightly tapping it with her fingernail. Why won’t you sate? How much more sex must I have? She thought to herself. Ever since getting the pendant, Ravia had been masturbating multiple times a day and would regularly coerce Brand into sex, but alas, the pendant refused to surge her with the same power it did when she fought on the plains of war. Ravia looked back at the package, noticing a note. She pulled it off the package and began to read:

              “To the red-haired giantess that is new to my Landing:

                             I’ve gotten word of yet another giant person venturing forth into the landing, though I was told this one was adorned with scars and her red-hair shone bright in the sun. If you are who I think you might be, you must come see me in the heart of the capital. I must know for a fact if it is indeed, the legendary Ravia that is gracing my landing.”

The letter confused Ravia a bit. She knew for a fact that the leader was a person hailing from Alvita- they’re the only ones with the power to grow into giant sized behemoths- the glaring question was who else could have possibly survived the massacre? Ravia thought only she and Nalia were the only survivors but it seems more and more giants are revealing themselves. Ravia tossed the letter onto the table and ripped apart the packaging. Inside was a simple, yet skimpy, brown, leather bikini. At closer inspection it was revealed to be made from one of the domesticated animals of Alvita. Ravia gazed at the bikini and back at her chainmail outfit. With a shrug, Ravia decided to wear the bikini. The bikini was incredibly tight and close-fitting with her voluptuous figure; her breasts seemingly bursting out from its cleavage. Her massive booty sucked in the bottom, forever giving her a wedgie. Though Ravia enjoyed the feeling of her bare ass being shown. Slipping on some basic sandals packed with it, Ravia headed out the door for the heart of the capital, her now dried hair flowing freely.

Ravia enjoyed the walk, getting many jaw-dropping stares, brave cat-calls and many jealous sighs from women as she strolled through the city streets. Her massive frame towered over everyone, and her thick thighs dwarfed the entire body of some bystanders.  As Ravia made it to the heart of the capital, she found herself in a bustling market circle. It was quite huge with many upon many market stands lined up against each other, all selling unique goods. Those that weren’t too busy staring in awe at Ravia were inspecting, purchasing or haggling goods. In the middle of the market circle was a huge statue of a defiant man in a pose. It stood about 20 feet tall. Ravia chuckled to herself, thinking just how tiny it truly was if she were to grow. As Ravia continued to look around, a somewhat deep voice greeted her from behind.

“My, oh my, if it isn’t the legendary Ravia of Alvita, because I don’t know anyone else with an ass fat enough to swallow up a pair of bottoms like that.” The man said. The familiar voice brought a smile to Ravia’s face. She quickly twirled around and matched the voice to the face.

“And if it isn’t Alvita’s most powerful man, Tavin. I figured you would live.” She said. The two watched each other with a smile before jogging towards each other and hugging tightly.

“Oh, how I missed those soft breasts against my chest.” He said. Tavin’s hand slowly moved down her back and grasped Ravia’s ass cheeks. “And how magnificent it is to grip those fucking ass cheeks.”

 Ravia giggled.

“I see you missed me greatly, Tavin,” Ravia said as she leaned in close to his ear. “You see, I missed you too. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a thick Alvitan cock in my mouth.” She said as she gripped Tavin’s crotch wildly.

“Then allow me to help you with that.” Tavin said. He pulled Ravia off his body and quickly threw his loincloth from his body, revealing his thick, semi erect dick. Ravia gazed down at it and licked her lips, relishing its size. She slowly began to walk back towards Tavin, fully ready to get on her knees and suck his cock while everyone watched without a care in the world but Tavin stopped her and gave Ravia a devious smile. Ravia watched as Tavin began to grow in the middle of the market circle. Many bystanders watched in shock as their leader stripped nude and began to grow. A lot of gasps and shrieks sounded out around the market as Ravia quickly undressed and grew too. She slightly towered over Tavin, standing just a little over a head taller than him. He smiled as he looked up at her.

“Always liked being bigger, huh Ravia?” He asked.

“Oh Tavin, I can grow so much bigger, but I’m growing bored of not being able to feel men’s cocks inside me.”

It didn’t take long for the two to grope one another in a sloppy mess of French kissing and saliva swapping. Tavin felt Ravia all around, tightly gripping her ass while Ravia gyrated her pelvis against his ever hardening dick. The two released from her tongue tied kiss and Tavin twirled Ravia around and pulled her close, bringing her back directly against his chest. He had one hand by the neck area, caressing it and fondling her breasts as he kissed her neck and lightly bit on it. His free hand spared no time in fingering her pussy as Tavin slowly thrust his hips forwards, feeling his cock rub between Ravia’s thick thighs.

“Give me your cock, now.” Ravia demanded. Tavin grabbed her by the neck with his left, squeezing it a bit as he held Ravia’s face close to his. Tavin shoved Ravia off him but grabbed her arm and spun her around. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Tavin forced Ravia onto her knees and grabbed her head with one hand. He held his long, thick cock with his other hand and began slapping it against Ravia’s face.

“Yeah, you want this, you fucking slut?” Tavin said. “You need to earn it.” Tavin rose on his tip-toes and forced Ravia’s head downwards and began rubbing his balls against her face. Ravia wasted no time licking it all around, spitting on it and shoving his engorged testicles into her mouth. Tavin grunted and gasped as Ravia’s thick lips brushed against his ball sack. The sensation of Ravia’s eyes gazing up at him while she swallowed his balls whole sent Tavin in a frenzy, causing him to quickly become erect. His thick cock stretched straight out and over Ravia’s face, veins wildly stringing across it. Ravia gave Tavin’s balls one last kiss before she rose up a little bit more and began nuzzling his dick, brushing it against her cheek.

Stress relief was a big factor for Alvita giants, especially the warriors who fought and did intense labor, daily. The most common, most enjoyable and most importantly, free activity to enjoy stress relief was indeed, sex. While Ravia enjoyed dominating smaller humans with her size and gifted growth, she still loved the feeling of same size sex, especially with a fellow giant and most importantly- friend with benefits.

“You going to make me beg?” Ravia said, smiling. Tavin licked his lips and pulled his hips back a bit, positioning his penis-head right against Ravia’s lips. Ravia slowly licked the slit of Tavin’s dick and with one big moan, Tavin thrust his dick into Ravia’s mouth. Ravia’s mouth opened quite a bit with the girth of Tavin’s cock and nearly struck against the back of the throat. His dick slid sleekly against Ravia’s tongue as he thrust his hips back and forth. Ravia too couldn’t help but furiously finger herself, relishing the sensation of true Alvitan sex.

“Oh those fucking lips! By Ava!” Tavin yelled as he held Ravia’s head in place as he shoved his dick right into her mouth. Tavin held Ravia down for quite some time and it wasn’t until she began tapping his leg did he release to let her breath. Ravia let out a huge gasp for air but immediately found her face against his dick, craving more. Face covered in spit, Ravia rose from laying on her knees and pulled Tavin towards a large building. She bent forwards, revealing her dripping wet pussy and pulsating anus as she used the building for support.

“Let’s try to not destroy this town though, I quite like it.” Ravia said, trying to slyly hide her newfound passiveness for violence. She somewhat felt bad that she might be destroying someone’s home. The familiar pains in her head began to surface again as she battled whether she should care about the little humans or not as the two giants engaged in sweaty sex.

“I don’t fucking care about this town right now.” Tavin said as he got really close to Ravia, slapping her ass hard and brushing her cock between Ravia’s ass cheeks. “All I want to do is destroy that pussy of yours and if I see have some energy, that tight looking asshole too.” Without warning, Tavin shoved Ravia forwards and she found herself falling on the building. It held her weight but the roof caved in on the closest floor to it. A shred of guilt struck into Ravia as all she could think about was whether or not someone was in that building. The thought was quickly quelled as her lust took over her- Tavin wasted no time in sliding his dick straight into Ravia’s pussy and immediately began to pound her wildly. The two moaned and gasped wildly as they fucked. The sounds of Tavin’s hips thrusting against Ravia’s gigantic ass and the periodic ass slaps echoed loudly throughout the capital. The building they used as support began to crumble with each thrust, more and more bricks cracking and crumbling. The windows shattered with force too and a few market stands found themselves tramped and crushed as the two giant’s stepped on them without care. Tavin bent forwards to grope Ravia’s breasts and to choke her. He loved being incredibly rough and Ravia’s plump and luscious boy was perfect to play with. The two stayed in that position for minutes on end, Tavin’s speed not slowing down in the slightest.

Tavin released himself from Ravia’s pussy and walked away from her for a moment. Tavin hadn’t done anything for a while, so Ravia peered up to see what he was doing. As Ravia gazed over, she saw Tavin drive his hands through a window and pluck a few villagers from their homes. He did it a few more times before he finally had a small handful of villagers. The screams of the tiny ladies in his hands grew louder as he walked back up behind Ravia.

“I’ve always wanted to try this. So many stories from the old warriors of using these little women as toys for fucking.” Guilt began to creep back into Ravia. She didn’t want to needlessly hurt the villagers but it was clear Tavin’s mind was made up. Tavin laid a tiny woman on his cock and spared no time in thrusting his dick into Ravia’s pussy. Ravia could feel the tiny woman being shoved around and it was only time before she would become lost. Tavin did the same with Ravia’s anus, pushing a tiny woman into her asshole and ramming his cock straight into Ravia’s anus. The tiny women only served as a small amount of lube as Tavin’s huge cock and rough thrusting surely eviscerated them. Ravia tried to ignore the guilt rising in her because she knew what was to come as long as she held the lust active. Tavin placed another tiny woman on one of Ravia’s ass cheek and quickly gave Ravia’s ass a hard slap, squishing the tiny woman against Ravia’s butt cheek. Tavin smeared the remains of the woman against Ravia’s ass and moaned at his dominance. As Tavin began to crush more and more tinies against Ravia, his thrusting began to get faster.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Let me fill you up!” Tavin said. With a loud outcry, Tavin gave out one last heavy thrust and let out a massive burst of cum. As Ravia began to feel cum completely fill her insides, Ava’s pendant began to glow. A surge of incredible energy surged within Ravia and combined with the sensation of having a thick load of cum pumped into her, Ravia fell into deep exhaustion and quickly, blacked out.