The party watched in shock as immense balls of fire began falling slowly from the heavens, crashing to the plains and ringing the fortress and the now panicking camp with fire and explosions. The ground shook with each impact, a grand display of the Mistress’s power.

“LOOK OUT!” Chadwick shouted as one of the falling meteors impacted the roof. Vann’s world seemed to slow as the group leapt away from the explosion, half of the castle’s roof had been blown away in an instant, tumbling rocks and fire sending the group into the air like pebbles.

Vann gritted his teeth, holding out a hand. A moment later pale blue bubbles appeared around Chadwick, Eletha, Tyra, and Rumana as they fell. A moment later there were a series of muffled thumps as their falls were cushioned. With a growl he turned back to the Mistress, still struggling to keep himself up in the orc’s massive cleavage.

How much magic do I have left? He wondered, quickly taking stock, not as much as I’d like…

“Hey, Mistress!” Razita shouted, jostling Vann as she hefted a rock, “catch!” Carlotta just sneered, letting the stone shatter on her face and crumble at her feet. Razita gulped, “did you see that humie?”

“It was a steelskin spell,” Vann guessed, “she just wanted to freak you out!”

“Then she damn well did,” Razita growled, hefting another rock, “I could really use my sword about now!”

Carlotta held out a hand, preparing another spell to launch at them, when a trio of green vines snapped around her arm, pulling her aim off at the last minute. The fox girl screamed as she ran at their enemy, spiked vines and flowers slipping out of her sleeves like tendrils and whipping across Carlotta’s skin as she sneered and stumbled backwards.

“I’ll strangle you out like an unwanted weed!” Enid snapped, waving her fingers and causing more vines to burst from her sleeves, “gods know there’s more soul in the weeds than is left in you, lich!” she snarled.

“Lich?” Carlotta laughed, burning the vines with a wave of her hand as they approached her, “please girl, I have been through so many different paths to immortality that to call me a mere lich is an insult.”

She walked closer to Enid, who gulped nervously. The foxgirl fumbled in her satchel a moment, then hurled a seed at the approaching sorceress. It seemed to burst into a massive and snapping flytrap, large enough to swallow a horse whole. It closed on Carlotta, and for a minute Enid breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a muffled *boom* and then chunks of green slime were raining down on her. Carlotta stepped out of the ruined pulp of the flytrap twirling her staff smugly.

“W-What are you?” Enid squealed in panic.

“I’ve been just about everything at one time or another,” Carlotta mused, “I spent some time as a vampire, some time as a flesh golem, replacing my organs one after the other, I even was a lich at one point, now I’m something… more,” she laughed, pulling a bit of hair away from her ears, revealing a sharp point at the end, an elven point, “many creatures have blessings of the divines,” she mused, “and if you know how to do it, they can be… stolen.” She grinned as Enid’s face went wide with horror at the realization, “Yes,” Carlotta chuckled, “I parted an elf from their immortality,” she flexed her arm appreciatively, “though the strength of an orc has been more handy to me today…”

“You’re an abomination!” Enid shouted angrily, and her vines appeared again, whipping across Carlotta’s face and managing to draw blood as the sorceress fell back with a screech of pain.

“Disgusting little forest sprite!” she snarled, leveling her staff at Enid, “I know well how to banish your ilk!”

Enid’s eyes went wide, and her ears drooped as she held her hands in front of her to block the torrent of blue flame that belched out of Carlotta’s staff. She screamed in pain, then fell to the stone floor. Thinking quickly, Vann willed a wall of protection around, a blue shield that saved the cowering fox-girl at the last minute.

“Shit,” Vann muttered, watching the last of his magic dissipate as he put all of his might into holding the shield.

“You,” Carlotta snapped, stalking towards him and Razita again, “if you insist on protecting these fools with what little drops of power Zenovia gave you, then I’ll kill you first so they can watch!”

“Oh shit,” Razita muttered, looking down at Vann, “Uhh… anyone else want to carry this guy!?” she shouted in a panic as the sorceress advanced on them.

…

Chadwick was the first on his feet, his sword swinging in a wide arc and slaying the first of the wave of goblins that was advancing on them. The human and orcish mercenaries were near the back of the mob, driving them forward with encouragement and a taste of the whip. Tyra was at his side next, parrying and slashing as the two fought to keep the group from being surrounded. Rumana was still in the dirt, desperately trying to light one of her explosives as the cheering goblins closed on them.

Eletha looked, stunned, at the sea of enemies coming at them from all sides, he looks so much like his ancestors, she thought, seeing Chadwick’s blonde hair flowing in the wind as he fought, a defiant snarl on his face. But he wasn’t them… he was her friend, her companion, but… those that had come before him were dead, forever gone from the world while she remained, and as much as she wanted Chadwick to be them, he wasn’t.

I’ll see them soon enough, she realized, watching Chadwick’s strength begin to wane before the unending assault. Chadwick and Tyra continued swinging their swords, and Tyra had pulled the enchanted whip out to force the mob back slightly, but it wasn’t enough. She looked down at Rumana, who had managed to get to her feet, abandoning her explosives and hefting a large wrench.

“ELETHA! FIREBALLS!” Tyra called in panic.

The elf blinked, feeling magic race down her fingertips, “Rumana,” she said suddenly, in a low voice that somehow was heard over the din of battle.

“What?” The dwarf snapped, turning back to her.

“I… I don’t think I’m going to be able to watch after Chadwick anymore,” she said slowly, “you’re… not who I would have picked for him, but I’m starting to think maybe those are the kinds of things humans should be left to figure out on their own, fools though they are.”

The dwarf looked at her in confusion, “elf, did you hit your head? We need your magic now!”

Eletha just rolled her eyes, dwarves, the very definition of knowledge over wisdom, she thought with just a hint of a chuckle. She sighed, letting her magic well within her as she called to the heavens under her breath.

“Elf?” Rumana asked again, concern coming over her face, “Eletha?”

“The castle gate,” Eletha said, wincing in pain as the excess magic flowing within her began to burn, “you can all run in there and bar the door, it should buy you time to think of something.”

Rumana’s eyes went wide as she understood, “yeah, okay…” she said quietly.

Eletha took one final breath, forcing herself to remain calm as she felt the fiery pins and needles welling inside her extremities, then she began to cast. The first spell was a simple bout of telekinesis, roping invisible threads around Tyra and Chadwick, pulling them away from the oncoming green wave of goblins, their steels swords gleaming as they gave angry calls of disappointment. The next spell was a wave of lightning that crashed out into the mob, cutting them before her like wheat meeting a scythe.

“ELETHA!” Chadwick shouted, looking at her stunned as she rained death upon their enemies, “COME ON!”

“She’s not coming,” Rumana said, pushing the knight as she and Tyra made for the castle gate, “don’t waste what she’s doing! Go!”

Eletha watched them go and smiled, holding a hand up and turning a leaping goblin to dust in midair. Elves who let their magic consume them would be nigh unstoppable for perhaps ten minutes, before burning to cinders themselves, the finality of it gave her an odd sense of comfort, there wasn’t anything else to worry about now, she just had to save her friends. She clapped her hands together, a chasm opening before her and swallowing up an angry looking human mercenary, yes, this was easy.

She blinked, suddenly realizing she saw a dozen men at the edge of the battlefield, all of them with Chadwick’s blond hair, all smiling and waving at her, beckoning them to join her on one final adventure, that’s a hallucination, she heard a rational part of her mind say, but… it’s nice to have them here.

Eletha twirled as fire leapt from her fingertips, sending the mob fleeing before her once again.

…

Razita bellowed an orcish battle cry as she raised clenched fists above Carlotta, looking for all the world like she intended to beat the sorceress to death with her bare hands. The Mistress simply flicked her wrist, and with a grunt the orc was tossed across what remained of the rooftop, rolling to a halt just before the still smoking ruin where the meteor had hit.

Vann tumbled free of her cleavage, landing on the stone floor and groaning as he hurriedly forced his way to his feet. He heard footseps, and he looked up nervously to see The Mistress, standing over him and looking down smugly.

“Tell me boy,” she asked, “what is Zenovia up to these days?”

“She’s doing fine,” he sneered, “and she’ll be even better once all the things you stole from her temple are back where they belong!”

“Stole?” Carlotta chuckled, taking a moment to breathe in the smoke rising around them, savoring the smell, “My dear boy, I was Zenovia’s champion ages ago, who do you think it was that slaughtered her pathetic priesthood the moment she went to sleep?”

His eyes went wide, “you betrayed her?”

She rolled her eyes, “Zenovia is a perverted fool of a goddess who only cares about her own pleasure, when I heard she was entering a period of rest to renew her strength, I knew it was my best chance to strike out on my own! And look at me now?” she laughed, “I am an ancient sorceress of dread power, raising an army and threatening the world! I don’t need a goddess little boy; I’m going to be one.”

“Like hell,” he snarled defiantly.

She just laughed, “and what are you going to do about it?” she taunted, “your friends are scattered, soon they’ll be dead, you’re the size of a doll and completely spent!” She smirked, “no… you know what? I think I need to prove something to you, about your precious goddess…”

Vann, Zenovia’s voice came suddenly, run, please just get out of-

“Zenovia,” she shouted, looking at the sky, “I know you’re watching, and I know you’ve missed me?”

Zenovia? Vann thought, confused.

“I’ll take you back right now Zenovia,” Carlotta called with a wicked grin, “abandon this gap-filler champion and empower me, show him what a slave to your nature you truly are.”

“She’d never,” Vann whispered, but he was cut off as he felt the dregs of his magic slipping away, “no…” he said, eyes wide, “Zenovia… why?”

“Gods are chained to their precepts boy,” Carlotta laughed, watching Zenovia’s heart and whip emblem magically appear across her black corset, “she sees a woman like me, against a boy like you, and she has almost no choice but to empower me… you were a novelty, something to amuse her until she found what she really wanted.”

Is that true? He asked, defeated.

Vann… the goddess whispered, she’s… she’s right, I have no choice, I can no more choose you over her than Typhon of the storms can choose the sun over the rain…

I don’t believe that, he insisted, if that were true, you’d never have empowered me in the first place!

Zenovia didn’t answer, and Vann’s heart sunk as he looked up at the cackling form of The Mistress, “Now that is defeat,” she chuckled, “I think I’ll leave you alive, to remember this…” she let a pair of sparks dance between her fingers, “I’ll keep Zenovia’s blessing until it bores me again…”

Vann gulped, Zenovia, answer me!? he thought angrily, but was met with silence. He sighed, looking up at the heavens and realizing what he’d need to do to speak with his goddess. He gave one last hopeful look around, seeking any sign that his friends might have turned the tide and spare him this last desperate gamble, but he saw nothing. Razita and Enid were both unconscious, the rest were nowhere to be seen, but from the sound of battle in the camp below things weren’t going well.

It's down to me then, he thought miserably.

“Hey!” he shouted up at Carlotta, “where do you think you’re going?” The enormous woman paused, looking back at him with an amused expression as he stormed up to her boot. “I’m far from beaten!” he shouted, kicking the wall of black leather as hard as he could.

“Did losing your pathetic goddess’s blessing shatter your pathetic little mind?” Carlotta asked, turning back to him.

“I’m not letting you out of here until I’m beaten!” he shouted, rearing back to punch her boot again. Come on, he thought angrily, take the bait!

“Very well,” Carlotta sighed with a smile as she lifted her boot over him, “I haven’t done this in forever anyways… it’s amusing that Zenovia will likely reward me with magic for killing the only truly devoted Champion she’s ever had…”

Vann felt his stomach drop, looking up at the sole of the boot being lifted over him. This had been what he wanted, but confronted with it… He was flooded with doubt, but his thoughts were interrupted by a swift stomp followed by a *Crunch* as Carlotta crushed him against the stone floor.

“Pathetic,” she giggled, grinding her boot slowly back and forth and watching his blood smear the stonework.

…

Vann winced, still feeling the horrible pain of every bone in his body breaking, his organs bursting, his- He sat up, he was on something soft, warm… and there were walls around him that he recognized as Zenovia’s cupped fingers. He was in her hands, looking up at her as she gave him a sad smile.

“I told you I wouldn’t save you from being stepped on,” she said quietly, “why did you do that?”

“I wanted to talk, just the two of us,” he said, “and I figured you’d still be looking to scoop me up if I died… and I knew that dying in a certain way was a sure way to get your attention.”

“You didn’t have to do it like that,” Zenovia said, somewhat embarrassed, “I… I should have answered you when you called… I’m sorry.”

“What happened happened,” Vann said, standing up in her palm and squaring off with her, “but what I’m more interested in is whether or not The Mistress is right, are you just some slave to your precept, to the idea of Female Domination? Is it so strong that you have to let that woman simply take your blessing like that?”

“I…” Zenovia gulped, “I’m a goddess Vann,” she said defensively, “I’m supposed to promote and defend certain virtues and concepts in the world, and…” she sighed, “Carlotta does seem to embody many of those principles.”

“She’s going to throw you out again,” Vann said angrily, “the moment she gets bored.” Zenovia was quiet and he continued, “I’m your champion, Zenovia,” he said quietly, “I’ll spread your word far and wide, and I promise you that I’ll do more for you in my lifetime than she ever will, and you know it’s true!”

“It is,” Zenovia said, turning away from him uncomfortably.

He bit his lip, trying to think of anything else to say, “if you’re looking for a rationale… I’m merely a tool you’re using to force her to submit to your authority? After all you’re the femdom goddess, don’t you think you need to punish Carlotta for her behavior?”

A smile quirked at the corner of Zenovia’s mouth, “if any of the other gods actually wish to challenge my precept, I doubt that logic will hold,” she chuckled, “but… I’ve never had anyone so devoted to me, I can’t believe I was so foolish to let this go this far… to think of letting you go Vann… usually this is asked the other way around, but for today, can a mortal forgive a divine?”

He smiled, “yeah, I think I can.”

She sighed, and smoke filled his vision. A moment later they were in a simple bedroom, Zenovia stood over him at a mere seven feet tall. She leaned over, her massive hands cupping his face as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before standing upright again.

“Now,” she said, “bringing back the dead is a big deal, even for gods, so if anyone asks you were just mostly dead.”

“I was stomped into paste,” he laughed.

“Twas a mere flesh wound,” Zenovia insisted with a wink, “now, seeing as I’ve been a very bad goddess, I’m going to offer you some bonuses before I send you back, is there anything in particular you want?”

Vann thought a moment, then grinned, “I’ll need to be packed to the brim with magic, and just for today no shrinking when I use it… and I want one spell for free, no magic cost, no chanting or incantations, just one of your spells right when and where I want it.”

“Done,” Zenovia said with a smile, “go, I send you back, to complete your task!”

Light shone around him, and he blinked as he saw his face in a nearby mirror, his black hair had gone jet white, almost glowing, and his eyes were now a searing blue, his uniform, always a crisp and impossibly clean white, was now shining as though reflecting the sun.

“Your hair and eyes will go back to normal in a few days,” Zenovia called as the column of energy lifted him off the floor, “but it’s traditional to dye your champion’s hair white before resurrection! Good luck Vann, don’t get stepped on again!”

There was a crash of thunder, and then Vann was gone.

…

Eletha felt the last of her magic leaving her, the goblins had closed around her, and she had several stab wounds, the blood running down her normally pristine green tunic. Her hand shook as she raised her hand to fire another fireball, but only a spark left her fingertips, pain wracked her body as she fell to her knees, and with a roar of triumph the goblins and their mercenary commanders surged forward one final time.

“Eletha,” one of the blond knights, Elban, said. He was Chadwick’s thrice great grandfather, a fine swordsman, though less of a fighter and more of a clever sort than his current relation. The specter put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, “you did really well,” he said with a smile.

“T-thanks,” she muttered to a man a century and a half in the grave, “I’m pretty excited to see everyone again, this whole dying thing isn’t really that bad.”

“That’s because your body is so full of adrenaline you can’t feel those knife wounds,” the knight laughed, “but… You’re not coming home with us today, Eletha.”

She blinked, “w-wha-“

A lightning bolt rocked down from the sky for the second time that day, blasting the foe away from Eletha, waves of twisting green bodies were tossed into the air, and squeals of pain and outrage echoed around them.

Vann stood next to her, a column of sunlight around him as he smiled at her, “Hi Eletha,” he said with a nod, “let me fix you up…” he held a hand out and began restoring her body.

She blinked, grunting as she felt her wounds magically healing shut, “V-Vann?” she muttered, “you shouldn’t be in this hallucination, you’re not even dead.”

“I did die actually,” he joked, “but I got better.” He smirked at her reaction, “it’s your lucky day,” he continued, “my goddess is giving me one free spell, and I couldn’t think of anyone better to use it on!” he raised a hand at her, “EMBIGGEN!”

Vann disappeared again in flash, and Eletha blinked, feeling the ground beneath her begin to slide against her knees, she stumbled to her feet as she realized she now stood twice as tall as the mob of goblins watching her warily, and she wasn’t stopping there. She grinned, looking down at an army that was getting further away by the second.

“Do you peons still want to fight?” she asked smugly, squaring off at them, the tallest of the human mercenaries were only up to her knees, yet they were still bellowing orders and trying to force the goblins into formation. The first volley of arrows flew at her, and she almost casually flicked her wrist, causing a barrier to appear and stop the pinpricks before they reached her. Her magic was… larger, for lack of a better word, unwieldly… but as she grinned down at an enemy that grew smaller before her every minute, she had a feeling she wouldn’t need any complicated spellwork for the rest of this battle.

…

Chadwick’s face was a snarl of rage as he led the party back up the same tower, they’d climbed not an hour before. Instead of a door at the top, light billowed through the destroyed entrance, the meteor having seamlessly opened the rest of the fortress to the rooftop.

“Chadwick!” Rumana called, pulling at him and trying to slow him down, “wait!”

“I’m going to kill her!” he shouted, his sword in hand, “I…” he blinked, and a single tear streamed over the dirt and soot on the knight’s face, “I… I never had a chance to talk to with Eletha before she…”

“Chadwick,” Rumana said in a stern voice, “she was your friend, in spite of everything… she wouldn’t want you to throw your life away minutes after sacrificing herself to save you.”

“Vann and the others are still up there,” Tyra said quietly, “you two can run if you want, I’m going to go finish this out, one way or another.”

Chadwick nodded, and Rumana just sighed, “hold on, let me get my lighter ready…”

The three of them entered the destroyed rooftop, where Carlotta was standing amid the rising smoke. She turned to them and smirked, strutting towards them again with a smug air.

“You survived the fall?” she asked with a grin, “oh… I see we’re missing the elf.”

Chadwick growled, and from the way his hands shook Tyra could tell it was taking all of his self control not to run at the woman. She scowled at The Mistress, fanning out from the other two and keeping her weapon in front of her. Her frown deepened as she saw the sprawled and unconscious forms of Razita and Enid, laying limp on the stonework.

“Where’s Vann?” she asked quietly.

“Oh, Zenovia’s little toy?” Carlotta giggled, then turned slightly, lifting her foot backwards so that Tyra could see the red smear on the bottom of her black boot, “he made the most wonderful little crunch when I popped him!”

Tyra’s vision went red, and she screamed as she charged Carlotta, who just laughed, already preparing a spell to disintegrate the enraged knight. There was a bright flash as the lightning left the sorceress’s staff, and Tyra kept charging anyways, accepting whatever might come next as she put everything she had left into avenging her friend. With a mix of anger and sadness in her heart, she closed her eyes, preparing for the end.

There was a burst of light as the bolt hit, but no pain. Tyra’s charge skittered to a halt and she tentatively opened her eyes, then gasped.

Vann was there, in a billowing white robe with his hand raised, the blue sparks crackling around it as the last of Carlotta’s attack dissipated. He turned to her and gave her a reassuring smile, which she returned happily, and a moment later he grunted as she leapt forward, pulling him into a hug.

“Easy!” he wheezed, blinking his shimmering white hair out of his eyes.

“You’re alive?” Carlotta asked, fighting to hide her awe. She glanced behind her, at the still wet and bloodstained spot where she’d crushed him like a bug not fifteen minutes before.

“I had a chat with Zenovia,” he said, steadying himself as Tyra released him. He watched with a smirk as the heart and whip disappeared off Carlotta’s corset, reappearing in vibrant red on his own robe, “she’s decided to stick with me as her champion after all.”

“So, the worm of a goddess finally turns,” Carlotta muttered angrily, “it hardly matters, look around you!” she gestured at the smoking ruin of the rooftop, at the distance craters around them, “I am the Mistress of the Heavens! I will command the very sky to fall on all who oppose me!” She grinned wickedly, “if I have to, I’ll crush you a thousand times!”

“Zenovia gave me plenty of magic to deal with you,” Vann said, squaring off against her.

“Boy, even with all the magic in the world, I’ve practiced sorcery for countless lifetimes!” Carlotta sneered, “what spell could possibly allow you to defeat me?”

The world shook suddenly, and this time it had nothing to do with a meteor falling from the heavens. Carlotta frowned, looking around nervously as the second rumble echoed across the stone rooftop. Vann just smirked, keeping his gaze on her.

“Urgg…” Razita moaned, rubbing her head and sitting up, “what the hell is that?”

A shadow fell over them, and everyone but Vann looked up in shock at the towering elven face that blotted out the sun. Eletha loomed over the castle like it was a doll’s house, the structure rising just above her knees as she bent down to examine it.

“How cute, a little castle!” Eletha teased, looking down at them.

“Damnation,” Carlotta swore, she held up a hand and a meteor screamed out of the sky towards the massive elf, but it bounced harmlessly off the back of her head. Eletha frowned, rubbing it as though she’d just been hit by a stray stone thrown by an errant child.

“Ow,” she muttered. As if spurred on by their mistress’s attempts, the army of goblins began loosing arrows at her, and she winced slightly as it felt like mosquitos were knipping at her exposed ankle, “Okay everyone is going to stop that right now,” Eletha said in a commanding tone. When the arrows didn’t cease she rolled her eyes angrily, then lifted a boot over one troupe of the goblin archers, and unceremoniously brought it down with a thud. “Are you all done?” she asked with an imperious air.

“W-We surrender!” one of the mercenaries shouted as loud as he could. There was a ring of clanging weapons hitting the ground as the entire army threw down their swords, spears, and bows as one, goblins, mercenaries, it didn’t matter.

“Excellent,” Eletha said with a sniff, “now go, run off into the hills or wherever you came from and thank the light you were lucky enough to see elven perfection writ large for once in your lives.”

They didn’t need to be told twice, and goblins and mercenaries alike shoved and pushed at each other as they scattered, going in whichever direction suited them. Within a few moments the entire army encampment around the fortress had been abandoned, some cookfires still remained lit, bubbling soup cauldrons forgotten as the army took flight.

“See, those kind of statements are why I figured I should be the one to get turned huge,” Tyra said, staring up at the elf with her arms crossed, “she’s never going to shut up about this.”

“I’m just happy to see her alive,” Chadwick said, awed.

Eletha’s ear twitched, and she turned down to them with a smile, “I heard that,” she giggled, “my senses are… strange at this size.” She leaned over the castle again, “so, Mistress, I think you should give up.”

Carlotta was simply looking up, her mouth open in shock, then she growled, “never, I’ll call down a meteor so big it’ll blast you and this entire continent to hell!” she began chanting, casting her staff aside and holding both hands up as her eyes went white, channeling more magic than she ever had before.

“Everyone, get on my hand!” Eletha said, putting her palm down on the roof as her party ran for the edge.

“Ermm… can you guys keep it down?” Enid muttered, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. She squealed as Chadwick swept her up, tossing the foxgirl over his shoulder as they all leapt off the roof and into Eletha’s waiting palm.

“Now you guys relax somewhere safe,” Eletha said. She brought them up to her chest, gently rolling her bug sized friends into her soft cleavage. She giggled as they quickly became trapped between her breasts, the entire party of adventurers struggling against a pair half the size of the castle they’d just been in.

“LOOK UPON YOUR DEATH ELF!” Carlotta screamed; her voice distorted as the sky turned red.

“No, you look upon your death,” Eletha said, turning around with a smug grin.

Carlotta balked, her spell stuttering as the the massive pair of buttocks loomed over her, “no, wait!” she shouted, she tried to think of a shield spell, a blast, anything, but she’d tied up almost everything she had in pulling the meteor to earth, there wasn’t anything left!

“I’m tired, I’d like to have a seat, Eletha laughed, lowering her butt against the structure. The castle held for a brief moment, then crumbled almost instantly as Eletha let her full weight fall on it, the wood and stone crumbling and splintering to pieces beneath the elf’s round behind as she reduced the once proud fortress to ruin.

Eletha sat in the grass, looking around the now deserted camp and smugly rubbing her butt back and forth, grinding what was left of the stone castle into the dirt. She glanced up at the sky, which had lost its red hue, returning to the peaceful blue they’d traveled here beneath.

“Y-You sat on her!” Razita balked, looking up a the monumental elf who had trapped her once again.

“Oh that was fun,” Eletha groaned, shuddering with arousal, “gods, if only there were some other buildings around here to smash… its seems almost a waste to be hundreds of feet tall in the middle of a grassland like this.”

“I think that’s it then,” Chadwick said hesitantly, grunting as he forced the soft flesh around him down, “We… we won!”

“I think so,” Vann said tiredly, “I don’t feel her magic anymore…”

Oh, don’t worry, Zenovia chuckled, she’s passed on… I was going to grab her and have a talk about what awaits her in my afterlife… but a lot of other gods were already there. She’s pissed off most of them in one way or another, so I suppose I’ll just have to wait a few millennia to get ahold of her.

“Crushed under a giant elf’s ass,” Tyra said, “I can understand why she didn’t see it coming…”

“Vann, how long does this spell last?” Eletha asked, rocking their world as she stood back up.

“A few hours,” Vann called, “uh, hey, you need to get us out of your clothing, if we’re on your body when you shrink back down we’ll shrink too-“

“Oh well,” Eletha giggled, gently using a finger to force the group lower one by one. They protested, fighting against the massive digit, but soon they were all pressed down beyond her sight into the gap between her breasts. She put her hands on her hips with a sigh, looking around the now abandoned campsite. It wasn’t much, but if she only had a few hours to enjoy being five hundred feet tall… well, smashing these tents would have to scratch the itch. She giggled to herself as she lifted a boot over one, bringing it down and smashing the first of many to splinters.