Epic Levels
by Pseudoclever

Chapter 1 //The Legend of Zil

Zil sat alone on the human-size bed, her feet dangling high above the floor.  The eighteen-inch maid was bright and attentive, her tail professionally straight.  She had a dog-eared book balanced tenuously on her lap – A Comprehensive Manual of Manticores, 4th Edition, borrowed for the night from an obliging adventurer.  She had been reading the same page for fifteen minutes, the words passing through her eyes without reaching her brain.  To be fair, it was the sixth time she had read this particular book.  Zil had bigger things on her mind than manticores tonight.

The inn was quiet – until the moaning began.  Zil’s ears folded happily at the sounds of passion coming from the next room.  In the little felidae’s opinion, Goddess Rowena’s moans were the sweetest music in all the realm.  It was one of many things Zil adored about her.

Goddess Rowena was beautiful, but any fool could see that.  She was blonde, busty, and as strong as a whole herd of aurochs.  She was also enormous, even by the standards of common divinity.  Goddess was nine and a half feet tall, so big that Zil’s head failed to reach the bottom of her kneecap.  Zil counted her lucky stars that she was able to be in service to her particular Goddess every single day.  It was wonderful to be so close.

Yet ‘close’ was a relative term.  At the moment Zil was all by herself in the human-sized room, while Goddess moaned out her divine pleasure in the room next door.  Rowena would return after reaping the rewards of yet another completed quest – Crescent Town had been saved from a bugbear this time.  The job had only paid a few silver pieces, along with room and board for the night.  But as all the realm knew, deities didn’t do quests for the money.

The village had an unusual number of attractive humans.  Many had volunteered to be Rowena’s true quest reward.  Goddess had deigned to pick two.

Zil’s role would be the same as always: to tend to her Goddess in the aftermath.  She would clean the fruits of exertion from her skin, scrub cum and sweat from her body, and prepare her Goddess for bed.  It was an enormous job for someone Zil’s size, but it was a job the felidae woman adored.  If Goddess Rowena was in a good mood, she might even favor Zil with a story of her nightly adventures.  And there was always the hope that if Zil pleased her enough, that Goddess might favor her with a kind word.  Or a kiss.  Or allow Zil's duties to transition to something far, far more intimate.

To say that Zil was willing was a vast understatement – it was the fondest desire of her heart.  In the three years Zil had been Rowena's maid, she had wished for this every single night.  Yet her wish, like the wishes of so many in this world, remained unanswered.

Someday it would happen.  Zil was sure of it.  Rowena would notice her devotion, and she would at last return Zil's affections.  Until that day Zil would remain the hardest worker in all of Terrafirma, every drop of effort spent in Rowena's service.  Tonight, as always, she had warm water at the ready.  She had soft towels, and sweet-smelling soap that would spread so delightfully over the supple skin of her Goddess.  Zil had ladders too – a necessity to reach all the places Rowena needed scrubbing.  At her tiny height, Zil needed a lot of help reaching.  And Goddess Rowena never saw fit to kneel.

One of the smaller ladders had been placed strategically tonight.  She had left it by the door to assist in the impossible task of reaching the knob in a human-sized door.  Tonight, Zil didn't plan to sit idle and wait for Goddess to return.  True there was an unspoken expectation that she should remain here, but that wasn't technically an order.  Zil was above all things a good girl, obedient in every way, but in recent weeks she had rationalized a certain amount of rule-bending.  She was expected to wait, but certainly it was alright if she waited even closer to Rowena.  The better to serve.

***

Zil slipped off her simple peasant’s shoes and silently dropped the long way down to the floor.  She padded on bare feet, her tail swishing happily behind her.  She paused before stepping through the door, trying to still her eagerness, and bent her ear into the hall.  Apart from Rowena’s moans, the inn was dead quiet.  Probably no one would come up to this floor for risk of irritating the Goddess, and that was good.  Zil considered herself stealthy, but the Great Gods Above had made her ears, tail, and hip-length hair a vibrant hot pink.  She practically glowed in the dark.  And though her felidae features gave her a passing resemblance to a house cat, the similarities were limited to eyes, ears, and tail.  She was otherwise indistinguishable from a tiny human woman.  No one would be fooled if she started meowing.

Her heart thudded as she carried her step ladder out into the hall.  She placed it outside the room next door.  Zil hardly dared to breathe as she climbed up, and peered through the keyhole.

The room beyond was small-town opulent, done up special for guests.  There were two women inside with her Goddess.  One was a redhead that Zil had clocked earlier as especially cute.  She had a beauty mark beside her chin, and she was very petite by human standards – though that still meant the top of Zil’s head would only reach the middle of her thigh.  The second woman was more difficult to identify.  Zil suspected she might be the tall brunette that had been particularly aggressive in catching Rowena’s attention.  All Zil could see of her was her legs.  Rowena was sitting on her face.

Zil took in these details as background.  The vast majority of her attention was reserved for her Goddess.

Rowena glistened in the red glow of the oil lamps, sweat accenting every perfect feature.  It ran in rivulets down her biceps, between her abs, dripped from her massive breasts.  Goddess Rowena moaned low and constant, the familiar sound halfway between a laugh and the decadent noise a person made when tasting something sweet.

The nearly ten-foot giantess had the tiny redhead in a doggy-style position, forcing the smaller woman to face away from the Goddess and grip the beam of the headboard for dear life.  Rowena mercilessly pounded into her with a quick and brutal rhythm.  There were certainly ways to prepare yourself to receive divinity, but a small-town girl could only do so much.  Rowena’s cock was much thicker than the tiny woman’s fist, and the Goddess was far from gentle with it.  The redhead’s eyes had rolled back in her head as she received Rowena’s dick.  Too far gone to scream, she could only breathe, and drool.

Goddess had once boasted of her size during a particularly fun cleaning session.  She had told Zil that her penis was eleven inches long when fully hard, and three inches thick.  But Rowena had made that claim months ago.  Zil happened to know that these days, her true length was eleven point four inches.

Each time Rowena thrust, she lifted the redhead fully off the mattress.  The bed creaked alarmingly, even though it had been made for this task.  Zil suspected the redhead would break before the furniture.  As Rowena pounded her way into the girl, the maybe-brunette did her best to pleasure Goddess from below, clinging to her tree-trunk thighs and fighting to keep her face at Rowena’s vulva.  It was nearly an impossible task, and a physically demanding one as well.  Zil only barely envied her.

Zil’s mouth was dry as she watched.  Her tail twitched.  For not the first time she imagined herself in the place of tonight’s lucky recipient, and felt herself soak through her panties at the very thought.  As for dreams that would never come true, this one qualified as downright stupid.  Rowena’s dick was almost two-thirds Zil’s height.  It was more than half as thick as her waist.  Yet how often is it true of dreams that the more impossible they feel, the harder they are to let go?

Zil sensed Rowena’s orgasm approaching.  She knew it first by smell: the subtle shifting of her pheromones, sweeter than wildflowers in spring.  The woman’s pale cheeks reddened, her pupils grew larger.  Then suddenly her movements became far more brutal.  She grabbed the petite woman by the throat and the hair.  She threw her about like a toy, forcing herself as deep as she could into the girl as she came.  It was far more than the redhead could take – she shrieked, and thrashed, and clawed wildly at the headboard.  Yet Rowena never relented until she was satisfied.  The moment she was she tossed the spent girl aside, and quickly replaced her with the brunette.

**Rowena has gained a level!  Level 44!**

It happened then, during the switching.  Zil had been watching for it, still worried she’d imagined it, though she’d seen it a half-dozen times at least.

Rowena grew.

It wasn’t much – a fraction of a fraction.  Her growth was so slight that even an attentive lover might miss it, or believe it to be a trick of the light.  But Zil knew her Goddess better than anyone, so often had she worshipped with sponge and bucket.  And in the years they’d been together, those tiny growth spurts had added up.  Rowena had been an average-sized Goddess when the two had met, perhaps eight feet at most.  Goddess had been old enough then to be done with her growing.  But grow she had.  Her muscles, her breasts.  Her height.  Even her already-massive cock had grown in every dimension, far more than the increase in her body size should justify.  And through their years together, Zil had noticed a pattern.  Rowena wasn’t bigger after every time she rutted with someone.  But there was a definite correlation.

So Zil had done her research.  Common Gods and Goddesses – or ‘champions,’ as they were called in the literature – were well-known to grow throughout their lives.  While none of the dozen books she’d read on the subject came out and said it directly, the answer was clear for anyone who knew how to read between the lines.  Champions grew from sex.  More specifically, from sex given as a reward for completing a quest.

***

Zil didn’t stay to watch the repeat performance.  She carried the ladder back to their shared room and closed the door behind.  She stripped from the waist down, enough to be sure she wouldn’t make a mess of her only outfit, and imagined that someday she might be the one to make her Goddess grow.  The thought, as always, flared bright in her mind.  It took less than twenty seconds to service to herself.  Zil might’ve screamed with pleasure, or called out to her Goddess at the top of her voice, and the woman still wouldn’t have heard her over the sounds of her own ecstasy.  Even so, Zil played it safe and bit back even the tiniest sounds of her release.

Her want quenched for the moment, she set about to cleaning up.  She wiped off with her worst towel, put on her panties and plaid-printed skirt, slipped on her shoes.  The tiny felidae nimbly climbed back on the bed, heave her book into her lap, and waited for Rowena to return.

Zil barely had time to read a full page before the sounds of Rowena’s second orgasm came.  Seconds later the door banged open.  Goddess stooped double under the doorframe and stomped to the center of the room, the top of her head brushing the high ceiling.

“Clean me,” she ordered, unnecessarily.

Zil was already pushing her ladders into place.  She climbed, wash bucket in one hand, sponge in the other, and began her happy work.

Goddess had really worked up a lather tonight.  Zil could distinctly smell both the redhead and brunette on her, hidden beneath the overwhelming smell of Goddess’s own wet.  She had finished so recently that she was still hard, and her pussy practically dripped down her thigh.

Tell me of your adventures, Goddess.

Were they good to you, Goddess?

Goddess, might I be your third this evening?

Zil imagined herself saying these things as she worked.  Of course she spoke none of it – maids were never permitted to speak first.

“We won’t be coming back to this inn,” Goddess rumbled, not bothering to lower her powerful voice.  “Terrible service, scratchy sheets.  And my reward for tonight?  Trash!  A couple pillow princesses who couldn’t fuck their way out of damp thatch.  Wet holes, that’s all I can say for them.”

“I’m sorry, Goddess.”

“You should be.  Wasn’t it you that suggested we come to Crescent Town?  You said to take the right fork in the road instead of the left?”

“It was,” Zil agreed, though she had never, would never be so bold as to have told her Goddess which way to go.  The right fork had been Rowena’s decision.  Zil did her best to forget this.

Something touched the back of Zil’s head – Rowena’s middle fingertip, Zil quickly surmised – and before she knew what was happening she being pressed face-first against Goddess’s rock-hard glute.  She fought against her instinct to squeal with glee.  This was clearly supposed to be punishment.

“We’re doing things my way tomorrow.  These piss-ant villages are beginning to bore me.  They’re not worth my efforts to save them.”

“Yes, Goddess!” Zil squeaked, still feebly trying to clean with a face full of Goddess-ass.  One of the girls had kissed Rowena here – the redhead, Zil decided, based on the smell.

“The town of Jarve is a day’s walk from here,” Rowena went on.  “It has an organized guild to handle quests, and a brothel with quite the reputation."

Zil nodded, nuzzling her cheek against the woman’s supple skin.

"You're thinking that I always avoid large cities,” Goddess said.  “That I actually prefer these back country diversions.  Perhaps that has been true in the past.  Well, not anymore!  It’s time I let my greatness be known.”

"Yes, Goddess!"

Rowena held her this way for a time, before losing interesting and letting go.  Zil went back to cleaning the woman in silence.  Her whole body vibrated like a struck bell.  To her disappointment, Rowena had gone fully flaccid by then.  Even so her girth was still impressive, easily longer than Zil’s thigh.

Goddess said nothing more through the rest of her cleaning.  Zil demurely wiped down her shaft and labia, worked the warm sponge between the crevices of her abs, and climbed up on her tallest ladder to comb out the giantess’s flaxen hair.  The moment Rowena had her fill of this, she stepped away.  The sudden movement almost threw Zil off balance, but she was nimble enough to catch herself and scurry to the safety of the floor – though it was never entirely safe being underfoot near Rowena.  She considered it Zil’s responsibility to get out of the way.

Rowena grumbled to herself as she got into bed.  This small town wasn’t prepared to deal with a Goddess of her size, and so she was far too big to fit under the covers.  Her legs draped out over the edge of the bed, her feet resting on the wooden floor.  Zil had barely started to look for a corner where she might sleep, before Rowena cleared her throat.

“My feet will be cold tonight.”

“I’ll ask the innkeeper for an extra blanket.”

“No,” Rowena yawned.  “You’ll handle it with your body.  That’s your punishment for leading us to this Podunk town.”

The tiny felidae shook with eagerness.  She stripped naked, carefully folding her black and white maid outfit to keep it crisp.  She lay herself down, draping across the giant feet of her Goddess, pressing as much skin as possible against the woman.  She closed her eyes, and tried not to purr.

A life of service was difficult sometimes.  It had its rewards.  And tomorrow, for the first time, Rowena would take her to a city!  Zil had never thought to wonder why Goddess avoided them, and even if she had she would never have questioned any decision the woman made.  But between the excitement of their impending journey and the softness of the massive feet that were her bed for tonight, it was a long time before Zil fell asleep.