The night for the group had been spent snuggled deep in Eletha’s cleavage, where they’d remained imprisoned together until the elf had returned to normal, shrinking them with her as she’d continued to destroy what was left of the camp even as her body dwindled back to its original size. It wasn’t the worst place to be, and Vann simply let the jiggling mass of her breasts consume him, relaxing and wallowing in the victory while the elf enjoyed herself.

Between the three spellcasters they managed to get everyone in the group back to their original sizes the next morning, and as the seven of them sat around the cookfire, enjoying a breakfast of hardtack and bacon, it was hard to keep a smile off his face.

“Uh, Chadwick,” Eletha muttered nervously, walking up to the knight, who had Rumana seated next to him.

“Yes?” he asked, putting his plate down and pausing his meal.

Eletha breathed out slowly, “I… I really didn’t think we’d make it out of there,” she said quietly, “I think we should talk about things now, while we’ve got the chance.”

“I’ll let you two have a moment,” Rumana said, starting to get up.

“Uh, no, I think you should stay,” Eletha muttered. Rumana raised an eyebrow, but sat back down. “So…” Eletha began, “I get that you think that maybe I’ve had too much of a hand in your family over the last few centuries…”

“To put it mildly,” Chadwick said, his mouth flat.

Eletha gulped, but continued, “it really wasn’t ever my intent to take control or treat any of you poorly, I thought I was being a good friend but…” she blinked away a tear, “I guess I wasn’t thinking it through, you all had your own lives and I was treating you like you were all just one person, and maybe I pushed things the way I wanted them to go without ever thinking of what you and yours wanted,” She sighed, “if you don’t want to go on adventures with me anymore, I understand… I won’t bother any descendants you have either.”

Chadwick was quiet a moment, then smirked, “Eletha… I’d never want to go on an adventure without you, you’re my oldest friend in several senses.” He draped an arm around Rumana, who leaned against him, the tension leaving her as she returned the smile on his face, “if I should have children, and if they heed the call to adventure… well, they might want an elven mage to journey with them, or they might not, but if they do…” He shrugged and smiled, “well, that would be their own choice, wouldn’t it?”

“Try to drop the fact that you’ve known the whole family tree a little earlier next time,” Rumana suggested.

“R-right,” Eletha muttered, a little red faced, but a smile cracked her features.

“Hey, are you guys ready to go loot what’s left of the castle?” Tyra called, “could be some good stuff in there!”

“Gods yes!” Rumana said excitedly, “hey, how are we splitting up the gold!?”

…

“Well, this is a fine mess,” Chadwick muttered, hands on his hips as he looked at the wreckage of the castle, “it’s going to take ages to dig through this to find that gold of yours Vann.”

“We can blow parts of it away!” Rumana said, almost bouncing on her heels, “we can come back here with a big bundle of dynamite and just spend a whole afternoon chucking sticks of it at-“

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Vann said, looking at the rubble with a frown, “it’s a long shot, but there might be something breakable still… unbroken I guess.” He turned to Eletha, “did you have to sit on the fortress?”

“Sorry if I didn’t act with precision after you made me five hundred feet tall,” Eletha sniffed, “I had to use my immense elven beauty to act Vann, there was no time for anything else!”

“You could have pinched her between your fingers or something,” Razita muttered, scratching the back of her head, “Aw gods, I’m going to have to help you humies dig this crap out to get paid, aren’t I?”

“Just think of it like pillaging a tomb, but without having to kill monsters along the way,” Eletha said dismissively.

“The camp should have some wagons we can use to transport the loot right over there…” Razita said, her face becoming a frown as she took in the splintered remains of the wagons, smashed to bits and residing inside a giant elven bootmark in the soil.

“The wagons too?” Enid giggled, “it would have been hard enough getting all that stuff out with wagons as it is, the ground is pockmarked with these big shoe shaped craters…”

Eletha crossed her arms defensively, “I might not ever be that big again! I wanted to experience it to the fullest!” Her face lit up a moment, “hey Vann, if you make me huge again, I could dig this out no problem!”

“It could take days for me to get enough magic to make you that big again,” he muttered.

“Besides, it’s my turn to be huge next time!” Tyra said.

“Let me see what I’ve got here,” Vann muttered, pulling out Commands and Rituals of Zenovia, “okay, Embiggen isn’t the only growth spell Zenovia has provided… here we go, Titaness, this one can grow the target to around twenty feet tall and the requirements are much less stringent than the larger cousin…” Vann sighed, looking over the book, then chuckled.

“What?” Tyra asked, leaning over his shoulder. She glanced down at the book, then giggled as she saw the drawing in the book conforming to include her and Vann.

“I suppose if you’ve got a growth spell it could be useful here,” Chadwick said uncertainly, glancing down uncertainly at Rumana’s knowing grin, “Vann, what exactly does Zenovia demand in exchange for this blessing?”

Vann rolled his eyes and beckoned the blond knight over, shoving the book into his hands. Chadwick frowned, looking at the sketch become a vision of Rumana towering over him, a true amazon, the drawn version of Chadwick was eagerly kissing the dwarf’s toes…

“Nothing special, just acts of subservience to the women involved, and a hefty dose of Zenovia’s magic,” Vann said with a shrug.

“I see,” Chadwick muttered.

“Twenty feet tall you say?” Rumana asked, a smug grin creeping over her features as she looked up at the blond knight. “If he made all of us girls that big Chadwick, we could dig the loot out and even carry it back easily!” she said excitedly, “would it really be so bad to kiss a few of my toes?”

“I mean…” he gulped, “I’m not Vann, this isn’t-“

“It’ll be fun,” Eletha said with a smug grin, hooking an arm around Chadwick.

“Right, well if we’re going to make you girls big, I need some magic,” Vann said with a sigh, “Chadwick, would be okay if I… cursed you?”

“I try to avoid getting cursed usually,” the knight said, looking uncertainly at the elf and dwarf on either side of him who seemed to be exchanging looks that made him nervous.

“If I throw a shrinking curse on you, I can double the amount of magic harvested,” Vann said, “you and Rumana would just need to er… well, you know…”

Chadwick sighed and looked at the destroyed castle, “Very well,” he said with a small smile.

Vann nodded and began the chant, a quick glow came over him and Chadwick, “and done,” he muttered, “I guess we should get started.”

“This way Chadwick,” Rumana giggled, leading the blond knight away from the group.

“Uh, why is Eletha coming?” Chadwick asked nervously as the elf sidled up to him with a smirk.

“Vann’s already got plenty of… help,” the elf said, looking back at him with a wink, “and besides, I need to come assist Rumana with this task, it’s vital for Elven-Dwarven relations.”

“Yeah Chadwick,” the dwarf teased, “you wouldn’t want to get in the way of us mending centuries old feuds, would you?”

Chadwick shot one final look back at Vann, who just gave him a grin and shrugged as the two women led him away somewhere more private. He chuckled slightly, then turned around to face the orc, the knight, and the fox-girl who were all grinning at him.

“All right, let’s get this humie stripped,” Razita said, pulling down Vann’s pants with a flourish. He felt the cool morning wind on his skin as Tyra eagerly grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it away. His cock sprang to attention, and Enid giggled as she joined the other two in looking over him. He gulped, wondering what they had in store.

“Gods, I cannot get over how cute his cock is,” Razita growled, getting on her knees. Tyra moved behind him, pinning his arms behind his back while the orc licked her lips. “You’re going to be doll sized pretty quick today,” she laughed, “the way this thing is looking,” she gently tapped the end of his erection, and he gasped as even the slight touch sent a wave of pleasure through him.

“Oh, let me start it off!” Enid said, bounding in front of the orc. She knelt down and eagerly gripped Vann’s manhood, her soft hands stroking up and down his shaft exactly once.

“Gods!” Vann moaned, spraying his seed over a surprised Enid

“H-Hey!” the fox girl protested, trying in vain to dodge the sticky globs, “cut that out!”

“Wow!” Razita laughed, “poor little humie got overstimulated?”

“Y-Yeah,” Vann muttered, feeling Tyra’s grip on his arms strengthen as he dipped a few inches. Enid was now standing over him slightly, an annoyed look on her face as his cum covered her cheek.

“I’m going to get you back for this when you’re tiny,” she said with a wicked grin, wiping off her face.

“Wow, already hard again?” Razita mused.

“Vann doesn’t give up,” Tyra said with a wink, “try to last a little longer for round two.”

“Uh, okay,” he grunted as she forced him to the ground. He rolled over, looking up at the three towering women. He was about to ask what was next, but a moment later a pungent green foot landed on his face, covering his vision as Razita rubbed her sweaty sole back and forth on him.

“He must like that,” she growled, “he’s getting smaller…”

It was true, with every gasp drawn in from between Razita’s grimy toes he was getting a little smaller, the foot on top of him growing heavier as it seemed to slowly expand.

“Yeah, I’ve been kicking this guy’s ass for years, I think he started to like it,” Tyra chuckled, sliding her own boot off and adding her tanned foot to Razitas. The two playfully fought for a spot on his face, playing a game of king of the hill with the ever-shrinking surface. Vann grunted and struggled to breathe, the feet covering his face and mussing his hair with the slight sheen of sweat. He gasped as he felt a familiar pair of soft hands wrap around his erection.

“Let’s try this again,” Enid said with a giggle, slowly stroking him up and down. This time he did manage to hold himself together, at least for a few minutes. He was rapidly shrinking out of Enid’s grip, and he felt her hands grasping at him as he got smaller, soon Razita’s foot rested completely on the top half of his body, and Tyra’s pinned his chest, Enid was reduced to stroking his shrinking member with just a thumb and forefinger.

“MMFF” Vann grunted against the pair of feet that pinned him, struggling uselessly as the two colossal women laughed and pressed him down harder.

“Come on, let’s pop this little guy and make you smaller!” Enid teased, stroking faster. He bucked his hips feebly, cumming finally as he heard the fox girl’s muffled giggle. A moment later he felt himself shrink further, his legs seeming to disappear beneath Tyra’s bare foot.

He gasped for breath as the pair of feet lifted off him, revealing a world that had grown by leaps and bounds while he was pinned. He blinked up at his three tormenters, who were now gigantic pillars against the midday sky. He was small, perhaps a few inches tall and completely coated with the grime and sweat from their feet.

“So, what next?” Razita asked, a grin on her face as she took in his shocked expression, “if he gets too much smaller it’s going to be hard to play with him, no?”

“I don’t know,” Tyra mused, wiggling her toes over him, “I like the way he feels when he’s struggling between my toes inside a boot…”

“W-Wait!” Vann shouted nervously, “I mean uh, don’t you think it’s a little quick to be-“

“Oh hush,” Enid giggled, waving her hands and causing the blades of grass, which were now up to Vann’s waist, seemed to curl around him, wrapping around his legs like ropes and spreading them. He cried out in surprise as a whiplike strand of grass slapped across his bottom, spanking him and leaving a red mark.

“Oh wow!” Tyra laughed, kneeling down for a better look, “are you using the grass to mess with him?”

“Yep!” Enid beamed, wiggling her fingers as she manipulated the plants.

“Damn humie,” Razita chuckled, kneeling down herself to watch his struggles, “you’re getting your ass kicked by the grass? Come on, fight it a little more than that!”

Vann grunted, struggling against the green tendrils that snaked suggestively up his inner thigh, “E-Enid?!” he called in surprise. He gritted his teeth and pulled against the blades of grass, trying his best to fight against them.

“You really know you’re at the bottom when you’re getting toyed with by plants most people just walk right over,” Enid mused. Vann winced as another strand of grass spanked across his bottom. “You’re really lucky we’re friends now, you look like you’re just the right size to feed one of my smaller flytraps…”

“Hey, relax squirt,” Tyra called down, “I can always pull the weeds if they get to be too much for you.”

Vann kept struggling feebly as the grass seemed to cocoon around him, “I… I think I’m licked,” he shouted, grunting as the cordlike green sheaths tightened around him. He was only getting smaller as they teased him, and from the three pairs of feet surrounding him he guessed he wasn’t even as tall as one of their toes standing upright.

“I can’t even hear him,” Enid giggled, continuing to manipulate the grass, trapping him like a helpless bug. “Vann,” she called, “I’m going to put you someplace safe until you get a little bit bigger, okay?”

He didn’t have a chance to respond before the immense fox-girl knelt down, pinching up his bound form and easily pulling him free of the plants which had so thoroughly overpowered him. His world spun as he was hurled upwards, the fingertips larger than his entire body pressing their soft pads around him as he was brought to the mountainous face of the fox-girl, her ears twitching happily as she took him in.

“So, where are you going to stick him?” Tyra chuckled, “I can offer a few suggestions…”

“Aww, he looks so tuckered out…” Enid cooed, looking at the bug sized Vann. She gently stuck him into the silvery mass of her hair, just at the top of her head. Gently she twirled her soft hair around him, binding him up just as thoroughly as he’d been in the grass and covering him with her warm floral scent. Seeing other two women’s expression Enid just giggled, “he’s been such a good little toy, don’t you think he deserves to rest somewhere nice, just this once?”

“Hey, nice is relative,” Tyra protested, crossing her arms, “trust me he would have loved the place I’d have put him.”

“I was really more thinking of how much I’d love it,” Razita mused.

“Don’t worry Vann,” Enid said with a smug smirk, patting her head where Vann was lost among her hair, “I’ll keep you safe from those meanies…”

For his part Vann did find the soft surroundings relaxing, and he let himself go limp as the flowery aroma of Enid’s hair infused the air around him, sending him into a pleasant fugue state that quickly moved on to sleep.

…

“Now ladies,” Chadwick said with a somewhat smug grin as he looked down at them, “I know that you often… overtake our friend Vann, but I’m a more… physical fighter.” It was certainly true, Chadwick towered over Rumana and Eletha, and he was well muscled and broad shouldered, but that didn’t deter the grins on their faces.

“A more physical fighter,” Rumana laughed, “I’ll have to remind you of that boast when you’re squirming between my tits again.” She saw his red face and smirked, “that’s where you want to be, isn’t it big boy? Helpless, tiny, just stuck there…”

“W-What?” Chadwick muttered, “Don’t be- oh gods…” he blinked, suddenly realizing the height gap between him and the two women had narrowed, he was only half a head taller than Eletha now. His clothes were looser too, and he had to reach down to hold his pants up.

“It looks like that curse Vann threw on you subjected you to a lot of the same rules he has to live with,” Eletha muttered, stroking her chin, “so embarrassing you shrinks you… fun!” She gave a cruel grin, “Chadwick, all those times when we were in the hills, climbing through them together, looking for bandits, lost merchants, whatever… did you ever stare at my bottom?”

Chadwick blinked, “W-What!?” he sputtered, struggling in shock to hold his pants up, “Eletha, you know I have nothing but respect for your capabilities as a member of the par-“

“Look he’s getting smaller!” Rumana laughed, “you did, didn’t you? You snuck a look at the elf’s ass!”

He gulped as his height dwindled again, “I-I’m sorry if I let my desires compromise my judgment-“

“Oh enough,” Rumana laughed, her eyes tracing his as they dipped just below hers, “you get way too wrapped up in your knightly honor, you’re lucky you have a girl like me around!” She grabbed his hands, forcing them upwards and causing him to lose his grip on his belt. His pants fell to the ground with a clink, revealing his manhood, already rising beneath the eager gaze of the elf and the dwarf.

“WOW!” Eletha gaped, her eyes going wide as she took it in, “and to think that’s him shrunk!”

“Yeah, they sure know how to make ‘em down in the human kingdoms,” Rumana said appreciatively as she pulled Chadwick’s shirt off next, “you’re lucky I’m in a sharing mood today elf, you might get a taste of it.”

“S-Sharing?” Chadwick asked, eyes wide.

“Why did you think she came, to watch?” Rumana asked, gently shoving him to the ground as his height dwindled again.

“Unless you’d rather I leave?” Eletha teased, beginning to pull her own pants down.

The knight watched, looking up spellbound as the two women undressed, Eletha revealing her lithe, pale form, and Rumana’s immense breasts bounding free as she tossed her shirt aside. He watched, stunned, as Eletha sauntered over to him, planting one of her elegant feet on either side of his head as she looked down at his diminishing form.

“Today’s your lucky day,” she smiled, lowering that perfect ass down on him. He grunted as Eletha took a seat on his face, getting herself comfortable as she ground down on him, savoring the rush of pleasure it sent through her body. “You, are so…” she gasped, “lucky Chadwick, humans are at their happiest underneath an elf!”

“I’d contest that,” Rumana chuckled, “but you enjoy yourself today…” she lowered herself down to the knight’s manhood, standing at attention while she licked her lips. A moment later he gasped, writhing beneath a groaning Eletha as Rumana slid her plump lips over him, beginning to slowly suck him off as the elf rode his face, coating him in the silky scent of her wetness.

He gave a final thrash, bringing Eletha over the edge as he came himself, his cum greedily sucked down by the dwarf as the orgasm carried some of his remaining size with him. Eletha grew heavier on top of him, and as she collapsed into a post orgasm haze he struggled to breathe, her milky thighs closing off the air around him.

He gasped for breath as the elf almost lazily rolled off him, seemingly oblivious to how his shrinking had impacted his ability to breathe underneath her. He blinked a moment, the sticky goo of the elf’s womanhood covering his face as he took in his new stature. He would be lucky to come up to either woman’s waist now, and the two of them were grinning eagerly as they each stood up, towering over him.

“Isn’t this fun?” Rumana mused, putting a massive hand on his shoulder as he struggled to see her over her immense chest, “now just to be clear,” she laughed, tracing a finger down her bountiful and jiggling cleavage, “you’re going to end up trapped right here,” she dipped her finger in slightly, emphasizing his future prison, “but… how will we get there Chadwick?”

“Uhh…” he gulped, leveling his head and realizing his mouth was at the same height as her lower lips, and she gently touched herself as he took in the sight.

“Let me help you out short stuff,” the dwarf laughed, her hand circling around the back of his diminished head and guiding him in. She moaned happily as she ground his face into her womanhood, and he took the message quickly and got to work, lapping at her folds eagerly, working as fast as he could before the shrinking took him again.

“The real question is, how small do you think we need to make him?” Eletha mused, walking over to join the other woman. She bit her lip, her face flushed slightly as she enjoyed the sight of Chadwick servicing Rumana.

“W-We should- oh gods-“ Rumana breathed, grinning as he continued his work, “we should probably go extra small, who knows how much magic Vann’s going to need for those growth spells?”

“HMM?!” Chadwick almost backed away to protest, but that powerful hand forced him back in, and a moment later he gave up, continuing to service the growing opening in front of him as the shrinking took hold again.

…

“Hey, wake up!” Enid said, clenching Vann in her fist and gently poking the side of his head with her fingertip.

He groaned, blinking awake after the pleasant nap he’d had, curled in her hair, “What?” he muttered groggily.

“Did you get enough magic?” Tyra asked eagerly, taking him from the fox girl and clenching him in her own hand.

“Yeah,” he said, focusing and letting the energy run up and down his arms, “I think so, where’s Chadwick? I definitely got a lot from his end and-“

“Chadwick’s indisposed,” Rumana said with a giggle, deep in her cleavage the sound reverberated down to the trapped knight, who moved feebly between the warm mounds of flesh.

Vann smirked, easily guessing what “indisposed” meant, “right,” he said, “okay, I’ll start the chant.” He took a breath, repeating the words of power from memory, slowly letting his magic seep out and settle over the five women of the party. A blue glow began to emanate from them, and a moment later he watched, still in Tyra’s hand, as they began to grow in size.

“Whoops,” Tyra laughed, watching as Vann slipped down into her clenched fist. She rotated her hand, opening her fingers and splaying him out as she grew larger, watching him go from doll sized to dot sized her in the center of her palm.

“Now this is an interesting perspective,” Rumana said, getting her bearings as the five of them separated out. She giggled as she felt Chadwick squirm in panic as her boobs grew ever larger around him. She jostled them slightly, adjusting his position and keeping him safe in the heart of her cleavage, “Easy big guy,” she said quietly, “I’m not gonna let you fall out,” she chuckled.

“Well, this is neat,” Enid said, kneeling over the ruins of the fortress, “should we start digging through this for the treasure?”

“Might as well,” Razita said with a grunt, “hey elf, what’s wrong with you?”

Eletha blinked, then sighed, “it’s just… well, being twenty feet tall is great, but I was five hundred feet tall yesterday, you know? I did all this by sitting on the fort…” she looked wistfully up into the sky, “I just wish it could’ve gone on longer,” she sighed.

“You have problems,” Rumana laughed, “come on, let’s get to work.”

The five twenty-foot-tall giants lumbered into the wreckage, easily clearing it as they searched for the buried loot. Tyra gave Vann a wink, then slowly slipped him under her shirt and into her bra, tucking his shrunken form tightly against her enormous tanned breast.

Huh, he thought to himself as he settled in against her warm skin, why is it that their clothing always grows with them, but shrinking spells never seem to shrink Chadwick and I’s clothing with us?

Because it’s more fun that way, Zenovia answered playfully.

He smirked, I suppose you’ve been watching?

It’s a clever use of the titaness spell, the goddess replied, and yes I did enjoy watching you… prepare for it. He heard her gleeful giggle echo through his head, when you’ve returned to the temple, I think I’ll manifest a physical form to reward you properly, dreams are all well and good, but there’s no substitute for the real thing, now is there?

He gulped, you want to meet me on this plane?

Don’t act so scared Vann, I’ll be gentle, Zenovia said with a teasing lilt to her voice, besides, we’ve got to properly consecrate my temple before it gets rebuilt, and I can’t think of any better way than by spending a night with my champion.

Vann took a deep breath, As you wish, he thought back to her, and he heard a sensuous chuckle as she faded away again.

…

With the five of them grown and working on the job it didn’t take long for the group to find the buried cache of gold, gems, and other artifacts, and at their increased sizes it was easy enough to load it all into their travel bags. After a brief discussion the five of them decided to keep the two male party members “safe” for now, and begin the journey back with them trapped against their companions.

The return journey over the grasslands was uneventful, and save for a night at camp when the group was forced to stop and “replenish” Vann’s magic once more. Enid decided to forgo staying in her valley, accompanying them further to Zenovia’s temple ruins for a short time. By the time they reached the ruins, following Vann’s instructions, the party was beginning to return to their normal sizes, and by the time the five women were forced to drop the heavy bags of gold and plunder, Vann and Chadwick stood next to them, restored as well.

Vann had eagerly picked up a bag of gold, and at his insistence the other members of the party had helped him carry it all inside. The others marveled at the temple’s magnificent columns and statues, even overgrown with weeds and with the stones crumbling, it was an impressive structure.

“And that’s the last of it,” Tyra muttered, dumping a bag of gold in what Vann had explained was the temple’s treasure vault. She whistled as she looked at the glittering pile of gold, coming up almost to her waist. Each of the coins was minted with the whip and heart sigil of Zenovia, making the ownership obvious. “You’re a rich man now Vann,” the knight said with a grin.

“It belongs to the temple, not to me,” Vann explained, “still, yes… it’s impressive to look at.”

“Okay, so let’s talk payment,” Razita said eagerly, “I feel that since I had to betray my former employer, an equal share of the loot is only-

“You can take a handful of gold and two gems of your choice,” Vann said sternly, “given you were working for the person who looted the temple in the first place, I think I’m being more than fair.” He grinned as he looked at the rest of his friends, “two handfuls for the rest, is that sufficient payment?”

“Seeing justice done is its own reward Vann,” Chadwick said with a proud smile and a dismissive wave.

“I disagree,” Rumana said quickly, “Vann, tell your goddess he doesn’t speak for the whole group!”

…

When the rewards had been doled out, the group gathered at the temple entrance, “You should let me help you redesign this place,” Rumana said eagerly, “imagine if it had like, a steam powered trolly system-“

“Vann, don’t make any decisions without consulting me,” Eletha said suddenly, “it’s a temple, any design changes will need a certain grace which the dwarf will not understand.”

“I’m sure we’ll have many discussions about it,” Vann said, looking up at the temple and letting his imagination run wild. “I’ll have to get in touch with some stone masons… gardeners.”

“Please, you know a gardener,” Enid said, sticking her tongue out.

“Right, we’ll make inquiries on builders back in town,” Chadwick said, “we’ve got to go tell the mayor the goblin situation is settled, also we need to make sure he knows Enid was innocent of any wrongdoing.” He glanced at Razita, “I’m sure if there are any outstanding criminal warrants, some territorial pardons could be arranged.”

“That uh, that might be a good idea,” the orc said sheepishly.

“I’m beat,” Tyra said, stretching, “Vann, you want to crash at our place?”

“I’m staying here tonight,” Vann said with a smile.

Tyra raised an eyebrow, “really now?”

“I’ve got divine business to attend to,” he said nodding, “don’t worry, I’ll catch up with all of you tomorrow.”

“Have fun spending all night praying I guess,” Razita said with a shrug as the group turned to leave.

“I don’t know about prayer,” Tyra said with a knowing smirk, “but Vann will probably be spending a lot of the evening on his knees.”

Vann just rolled his eyes at the joke, waving to them as they started on the path back down the mountain where Zenovia’s temple lay. As they went out of sight he turned back to the temple, walking into the empty structure and listening to his footfalls echo through the structure.

It’s going to be quite the project, he thought to himself, but… I think when it’s over Zenovia will be proud of it.

“I’m certain I will,” she said, and this time her voice wasn’t in his head, but right behind him.

He whirled around, looking up at the red-haired goddess, radiant in her glory as she towered over him in her Amazonian form. She wore a flowing white robe and thonged sandals, and she almost seemed to glow as she gave him a warm smile, reaching down to stroke his cheek gently.

“H-How may I serve you my goddess?” he stammered, awed by her presence.

“Well, let’s enjoy you at that size first,” she said, ruffling his head, “then move on to smaller ones…” Vann grinned as she grabbed him under the arms, easily lifting him up and planting a powerful kiss on his lips.