The Fall of Dwahahl – Part 3

by Dru

Faedorff sat silently as his brothers argued incessantly.

“She has killed too many already! We cannot let her rebuild her uncle’s empire … she MUST be stopped!!”

“You saw what she did to Azerag … she doesn’t just bear the amulet, the bitch knows how to use it.”

“We are many! Together we can break this sorceress …

“How?” another new voice demanded. “Azerag’s death was not completely in vain. He showed us the extent of her invulnerability. The legends are true … while she holds the amulet … none of us can wield enough power to harm her.”

“Our order exists for this for very reason,” Faedorff pointed out. “I’m afraid we have to try, gentlemen. If we do nothing, the world is doomed to be her plaything for all eternity.”

“All eternity? Master … she is powerful. But surely she is still mortal?”

Faedorff sighed. “The last to wield the amulet lived for seven thousand years. And don’t forget, even if we do nothing … this sorceress will seek us out. Do not forget that we killed her entire family.”

“The rebels did that … ”

“At our request. But we should not have let them spare the children. It is time we rectified that. I have taken care of the other two already. Her cousin and her brother are already dead.”

“Master Faedorff is right. Not only do we have a duty to finish what we started, we have a need to protect ourselves from this monster.”

“Then we stand together.”

“As one.”

“And with her death,” Faedorff told them, “The dark order shall be no more.”

 

Saiya smiled at the gathered lords. She sat upon the throne with the former rulers writhing in ecstasy at her feet, both of them apparently oblivious to the gathered nobles that now filled the hall.

“Well?” the Queen demanded, “What say you?”

“These be the blackest and darkest of arts at work here!” someone bellowed.

“What sorcery have you performed on the King?”

Saiya listened to the increasing boldness of their protests with amusement. She could tell them to kneel … tell them that they wanted to, and in the deepest corner of their souls they would believe it be true. But that would not entertain her nearly so much as what she had in mind. She had reluctantly reduced the effects of her amulet on her other items just before the meeting, not wanting to completely crush the spirit of the nobles without having as much fun as possible first.

“I take then, my lords, that you will not kneel?” she asked them, indulging her power just enough to startle the mob to silence them, her voice unnaturally loud.

“It is clear that dark magic is at work,” the boldest declared. “I will never swear my loyalty to a witch!”

“Nor I!”

“NO!”

“Never!”

The declarations continued as Saiya nodded her understanding.

“Then I’m afraid I’ll have to strip all of you of your titles. Please return to your homes and remove yourselves from my estates immediately.”

“What?”

“I am Queen, whether you like it or not. And you all live in Royal Manor’s. If you do not kneel and swear yourselves to me, then you must make room for those who will.”

“Preposterous!” an older Duke declared. “We live on estates owned by our families!”

“Not anymore,” Saiya coldly informed them. “ALL land in the kingdom of Dwahahl is property of the Crown.”

“This isn’t so. You have no right … even if you really were the Queen.”

“This is so, worm, because I AM Queen,” Saiya calmly intoned, as speaking to someone else’s unruly and obnoxious toddler. “And there isn’t a boulder, stone, or rock in all the land which does not belong to me. This is so because your Queen is telling you it so. I own your lands; your homes. And your titles are mine to give or take as I wish. You have no choice.”

The nobles were furious, many storming out immediately.

“You are a very foolish woman,” the boldest noble told her. “Outside, standing in the outer-city, we have gathered a hundred thousand men. You have so few men you have hidden them from us.”

Saiya scoffed. “I assure you I have all the military force at my disposal that I need to crush your army.”

“Then ready yourself, witch. For the nobles of Dwahahl shall take back this city, and you shall burn for your treachery.”

“Very well. My … army … will meet you on the field outside the city in an hour.”

The bold noble narrowed his eyes. “Why would you give up your position?”

“I have no intention of letting you demolish the walls with siege engines. You have one hour to prepare for death, dog. I suggest you use it writing to your loved ones … they’re going to miss you, I’m sure.”

He glared at her angrily, his hand going to the hilt of his sword. But he held himself, and left with the rest of the nobility following close behind.

“They have no idea at all,” she mused quietly, allowing the Crest of Elena to return her heightened beauty in full force, even as the Ogre-King’s bands fuelled a steady increase in her muscle size and density. Helpless in the wake of her allure, the once King and Queen of Dwahahl groggily, yet eagerly, began availing themselves of Saiya’s generously exposed and irresistible warm flesh. “Mmmnnn … I guess we have time for a little more.”

 

Faedorff sat upon his steadfast horse and pulled out his pipe as the others took in the scene with awe.

“We are too late!”

They had stopped on the crest of the last hill, forming a tight line, drinking in the incredible sight on the plain below. The sprawling outer city of Dwahahl was devastated. In places the rubble formed chaotic piles, in others there wasn’t even any rubble left. The row of wizards had expected to see the damage … they had watched it happen. But they had not expected to see the vast army formed up and prepared for battle. Whoever had marshalled this large force had made use of one of the cleared areas. Another cleared region nearby seemed to have become a makeshift home for the citizens who had survive Saiya’s entry into the city.

“What do they think they are doing?”

“The same thing as us,” Faedorff observed humourlessly.

“Master … should we stop this?”

“I’m that, for these men, we are too late. I can feel her approaching the gate.”

“Then what do we do?”

“We use this to our advantage. We surround her, and wait for the right moment. Quickly now.”

 

Saiya stood behind the closed gate, her enslaved guards ready to open it for her. Looking beyond the entrance to her city, Saiya smiled at the vast army the former aristocracy of her new kingdom had mustered. If she waited another day they would have time to get even more, but she already had plans for tomorrow.

Just as she was about to signal her slave to open the gate, Saiya had a wonderful idea. It was the perfect way to cut through all the bullshit and crush their hopes of victory, and also give her the chance to try out one of her new toys.

The slave watched his Queen intently. She had hidden her mind numbing body under a regal robe, leaving little clue as to how dramatically attractive she was other than her flawless face. He stood above her on the wall, ready to signal his men, when he discovered for the first time that his Queen was even more powerful than he had been told. She looked his way, then something seemed to occur to her. With a smile, she set her eyes forward through the gate and started to grow right before his eyes. Quite quickly. In the space of one breath her eyes were level with him, her shoulders wider the three men abreast. The slave fell back, a cry of terror caught in his throat. He didn’t have to get back up to keep watching his Queen grow. Her growth quickened, and she didn’t stop until she towered over the wall and he could no longer see anything but the rich red of her giant robe, which now pressed against the wall like a curtain.. Then she lifted a massive leg, and he watched as her naked foot turned to avoid hitting anything, and then sailed high over his head. The impact on the other side of the wall sounded further away than he expected, and he realised she was still growing as the other foot cleared the wall, and then she was gone.

Saiya stopped growing at two hundred and fifty feet, and glared down at the large mass of warriors below her. They made a sound almost as loud as her footfall when she leaned toward them, a hundred thousand men all taking an involuntary step backward in unison.

“Did you want something?” she asked, her voice booming over them and knocking thousands off their feet.

The commanders were dumbfounded. There was nothing they could do against such a foe, and they knew it. Calls of retreat went up throughout the army, and the ranks began to break up.

Realising how badly she had overdone it, Saiya told them to “Stop.” All who were within the reach of her voice, even the wizards of whom she was unaware, instantly ceased moving. “What kind of soldiers are you? To run away from a woman … an unarmed one at that.”

Saiya unsnapped the clasps of her robe and let it fall away. It would have crushed the refugee camp, but as it fell it shrank almost instantly. She stood above wearing nothing but very tastefully draped narrow bands of gold, as though she tossed a handful of gold sashes into the air and they made themselves into the perfect garment for an evil warrior queen. She framed herself with her arms to show she had no weapons.

“Look at me,” she commanded, and those who cowered unshielded their eyes and beheld her. Then the ramped up the effects of her Crest, and smiled mischievously as she listened to the vocalisations of every man’s lust.

“You’re here because the men who you have sworn your swords to failed to kneel before me. As punishment, they will now watch all of you die for them.” Saiya’s body thickened slightly as she multiplied her strength. All those who watched could see her flesh somehow harden. “For you have not marched this day to battle.” She became sexier, stronger … “This day, you have marched to your doom.” Her muscles pulsed to terrifying proportions, the shockwave enough to leave no man standing, but not so powerful as to damage her city, before her proportions settled back without giving up any of the obscene strength she had drawn upon,

The soldiers found their feet quickly, and made good use of them. Saiya watched them go for a moment, then whispered an undeniable order. A whisper loud enough to be heard by all her toys.

“Form ranks.”

 

Faedorff was much less certain of victory now. The moment he had seen the army, he had thought victory would certainly be his. He had hoped for more brothers to come, but there did seem enough for what he had planned. For what those who came before him had planned …

Then she had appeared, growing insanely huge before stepping over the thirty foot wall. Faedorff had made the very amulet that let her grow himself many years ago. He knew its limitations. He had given it to Azerag because his brother had been best able to use it. No-one should be able to get anywhere near as massive as his enemy now proved possible. The amount of magical energy required was completely beyond anything Faedorff could even contemplate. Hope waned within him. And then she had ordered them to stop.

As he stood, able to shake off her command to form ranks only because his order didn’t have battle formations, he found himself enraptured by her beauty. The Crest of Elena made her so attractive, so appealing in every way, that it hurt. He could feel the presence of her physical might jump dramatically, warping the natural energy fields in the area without apology.

And yet … in theory his plan could still work. Well, it wasn’t his plan really. It was put in place many centuries ago for just this moment. Only Faedorff, as Grand Master of Dwahahl’s oldest magical order, knew what had to be done, and possessed the tools to do it. Four items, only one of which his brothers knew about. That was his rather unimaginatively named Ring of Fire, which made conjuring fireballs easier. The other three were the most closely guarded secrets of the magical sciences. Those who made them were long dead, and they had come to Faedorff down through the generations, as he would have handed these tools one day to his successor if the day had not come so unexpectedly upon him.

If he waited any longer, the effectiveness of the plan would be reduced, but he had not expected it be so hard. He had steeled himself for this day, but now found he could never have prepared himself for this moment. Then her voice reached his ears, and the command there carried away his dilemma.

“Nothing is more important to you than killing me. Remember your training.”

Every man on the field of battle charged in to attack as one. The scene was comical. They looked absolutely pathetic as they milled about her giant feet, hacking and slashing quite uselessly. Saiya started to laugh.

His choice no longer his own Faedorff, cast the first spell. Power rushed to him as all his comrades were suddenly drained of their magical energies. The pattern in the robes of the order was in fact the spell that made it possible. The design connected the robes to his amulet, and so he instantly became the most powerful wizard in existence. The next stone he took from his pocket he pressed to his forehead where it remained while his held his arms out and chanted. The bodies of his fallen comrades rose, now filled with the souls of Grand Masters long dead and imbued with their considerable might. And then Faedorff added to their number by activating his belt.

Within moments a hundred Faedorff’s, each as powerful as the original had become, materialised all around Saiya. Complete with all his magical tools. They all activated their belts again, pushing the device to its absolute limit.

 

When a few bolts of magical energy blasted toward Saiya she was a little surprised, but the attacks were as pathetic as the swords being swung at her feet so she ignored them. There was no magic in existence more powerful than what she now possessed.

Then something happened that made her stop laughing.

In the space of about seven seconds, ten thousand cloned Grand Masters appeared, and the level of attacks increased exponentially, as if someone had summoned super-wizards.

They chanted as one, and from their rings came a storm of destruction she had not anticipated. She was suddenly very concerned.

The explosive impacts would have obliterated anything the destructive magic touched. Fortunately she stayed so big for as long as she had … she had been just about to shrink so she could play with her toys properly. She sighed in relief as she realised that the only thing being hit by the fireballs was her. The city was safe.

Allowing them to continue, Saiya was very impressed by the power level her opponent had reached. Her garments were reduced to ash. She knew who this was. Even from so high she could see his face, and she knew that face.

“Faedorff … stop that. You’re wasting your time, and you know it.”

The waves of fireballs stopped, but other magical attacks continued. The instant the explosions ceased, the ashes of her clothes arranged themselves to cover her modesty, but there wasn’t much ash left. When she shrank, Saiya did so for the first time … and sort of buggered it up. She did it far too quickly, and ended up a hundred feet in the air. Gravity took hold, but it did not tame her for her very long. Almost naturally, she used Azerag’s other great gift to hover high above the army as they still watched her, waiting for a chance to get their swords in her. Hovering thirty feet above one the wizard’s clones, stopping the mass of soldiers following below with a dismissive order to “wait”, she turned all her attention to the Grand Master’s clone. She had to know how he’d gotten so many copies of himself into the fight.

“Tell me, how did you do that, Faedorff?”

And he told her all about it in much greater detail than she really needed. He always had been a windbag. He spilled his whole story.

“So you trained these men all your life, put clothes on them that would kill them to make you stronger, and marched them out here to die. And you think I’m evil?” Saiya grinned at him, “I mean, sure … I am selfish. I do indulge in some simple pleasures, but you … such deviousness I did not expect. The people I kill know they’re going to get it. I even give them a fair fight. Well … okay. Not a fair fight … but they get a chance … I mean … well, you know what I mean. They get to fight. And I don’t pretend to be anybody’s friend, let alone their moral compass. You cold bastard.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Wait … of course not. It’s not your fault is it? You only came up through the ranks like any other, right? Believing just what those fools believed: Whatever their Grand Motherfucker told them.”

“It could just as easily have been me.”

“C’mon! Don’t fuck with me. You knew for years … a lot longer than I’ve been around. You could have stopped … told them the truth.”

“You would have killed them anyway.”

“But I would have let them know it was coming. They had no time to prepare … to do whatever it is you do when you’re a dead monk.”

“It would have been worth it.”

“If it worked? Well … it didn’t work. All you’ve done is make me more independent. Who needs an army when you can multiply yourself a billion times a billion times?”

“That’s … ”

“ … Just the tip of my iceberg Faedorff. I wouldn’t have to stop there. Now then. Make yourself one.”

The copy before her vanished, Faedorff using the opportunity to attempt an escape. He picked a copy on the other side of the city and consolidated there. He began his teleportation spell, but stopped when he heard three little words.

“Don’t do that.”

Saiya landed in front of him, nine feet tall and towering over him.

“Give them to me … all your little trinkets.”

Faedorff had no choice. He could not resist her words.

“Now then. How about we finish off the rest of your brothers?”

Saiya gasped as the energy from so many Grand Masters flooded her body Then with a grin, she brought them back to life and did it again.

“Oh wow! I bet you didn’t know I’d be able to that!”

Faedorff watched the scene repeat itself a third time as the souls of his brothers were banished to the other side and brought back again, each time returning fully charged with magical energy from the netherworld.

Curiosity washed over her face. With interest, she turned and eyed the frozen horde.

“You there!” she said, picking one at random. “Die for me. Now.”

The man she had indicated dropped to the ground. But that wasn’t the test … she knew she could do that. It had been her first trick, but now seemed quite dull. But if the next thing worked, Saiya was going to be far from bored.

She had to press the stone into her forehead as Faedorff had done, but once she connected with it she applied a little extra oomph and with a moment’s concentration watched the fallen man take a sharp breath and jerk back to awareness.

“Oh Faedorff, the fun I could have with this! But first, I think we’ll go back and start again … without you interrupting me this time.”

Soaring over the army, Saiya issued a few commanded and landed a hundred feet out from the city gate. Her toy soldiers got back into their formations as they had first been arranged by the nobles.

“Now then. Let’s make this battle a more realistic one this time.”

To the absolute horror of everyone except the Saiya’s, the Queen of Dwahahl became a thousand copies of herself. There was just the right number of Saiya’s to form a line equal to the front line of opposing troops.

“Attack me,” Saiya commanded, as the troops moved forward, the line of Saiya clones walked slowly forward to meet them. As the two forces met, Saiya carefully began laying them to waste, her pace not hindered and her enemies making no attempt to do anything but attack. She had to be cautious, but she was able to walk out the other side without tearing too many of them apart.

The stone on her forehead let out gentle glow, and the entire army she had just wiped out rose once more, the confused soldiers releasing cries of pain. The majority of them simply died again, but some writhed about within their broken bodies. Saiya shook her head. She really hadn’t thought it through properly. But she soon realised that the solution probably rested in the hands of Faedorff’s brothers.

“I want all magical healers to come here, right now.”

At her command the Grand Masters occupying the wizards who had specialised in healing magic approached her. Saiya held out her hand.

“Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if you gave me all your artefacts? Of course it would. You don’t even have to think about it, do you?”

The five healers came close to the original Saiya as her copies looked on eagerly. Standing proud in her ashen garments, which worked spectacularly to highlight her clean skin, Saiya held out her hand and accepted their small weapons and the healing stones she had sought.

She watched as two of her copies flanked one of the healers. They placed their hands cruelly yet expertly on his body, and without any sign of effort tore him apart. As they stepped back, the original Saiya reached out a hand and lit the scene with a bright blue glow. When it faded the healer had returned, only now he was half an inch taller had a physique that nearly tore his robe apart. A robe her healing magic had repaired only a nanosecond before.

“Oh my. That does work well.”

The blue glow now seemed to sprout from within every single corpse as the resurrection stone brought them back once more. As they rose, the soldiers marvelled at their new physical power, the healing magic not merely repairing, but improving their bodies.

This time when Saiya commanded them to attack she could almost feel their blows. All of her stood still until and enjoyed the feeling of the enhanced blows failing to do anything but bring her pleasure. After quite a few of them had exhausted themselves, Saiya began taking more intimate pleasures from them. She found their new bodies were much tougher, and lasted a lot longer, but still fell apart quickly in her arms if she was not cautious. Of course, this wasn’t such a big deal anymore.

The nobles within the ranks found themselves targeted, each one of them taken by a clone of their Queen to the top a nearby hill. She stood them there, one hand on each shoulder, one hand on the crown of their heads forcing them to watch. For the rest of the day Saiya indulged herself in her sadistic pleasure before them, destroying and killing, resurrecting and healing, over and over,

The soldiers all knew what was going on. Every one of them was aware of her invincibility, but they had been ordered to assault her and her words were impossible to ignore or defy. Even as they struggled to kill her, they could not help be aroused by her dominating beauty. And she cruelly took advantage of that to cruelly rape as any as possible.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon the original Saiya approached the long row of nobles. They watched as she strode toward them, a churning chaos of their worst nightmares behind her as she once more broke their perceptions of reality by slowly increasing her size once more. As she grew she increased her strength to further terrify them, her muscles gentle filling out.

Very carefully, Saiya got down low and lay down the hill. She came to rest with her face hovered over the nobles, none of which maintained control of the bodily functions as she smiled maliciously.

“What’s wrong, dogs?” she asked, keeping her tone soft.

“We are sorry! We did not know your power!”

“Spare us!”

“We kneel!”

“We … ”

“You had your chance.” Her voice pressed them into the copies that held them,

“What are you?”

“I am a god who would be Queen. What can I say? I guess I’m just not all that ambitious. Yet.”

“Let us worship you!”

“There is something you can do. Want to help me out?”

“Anything! But spare out lives!”

“I’m sorry. If you’d sworn yourselves to me earlier you would now be the most powerful men in the world. But now you’re just my slaves. And slaves don’t get paid, worm.”

She got lower, closer.

“No. You don’t get spared. I thought about sparing one of you, but I don’t need you. Not now that I can have a trillion of me. I can be everywhere … all the time. But I’m getting sidetracked. All this fighting is making me hungry. Feed me.”

The giant face of Saiya placed its chin on the hill directly before them, so close they could smell her sweet breath. In fact, they could feel the heat of it moisten their clothes. Then she opened her mouth, and instead of raising her skull she pressed her chin easily into the earth with a gentle rumble, forcing up rocks until her bottom lip was only a small step into the open cavern.

Without hesitation, the nobles moved forward. The clones that held them released them and vanished, no longer needed. One after the other the nobles of Dwahahl marched themselves willingly past the inverted tombstones of Saiya’s teeth, over her wet tongue, and down her throat.

 

What had he done? Was it really his fault? Hadn’t the ancient ones seen what might happen?

A thousand awful questions ran through Faedorff’s mind as Saiya brutally raped him. His body was stronger than twenty men now, but he was a ragdoll in her arms.

“When I started I thought it was going to be hard,” Saiya told him, drunk with pleasure. “But if all you boys are going to do is make me more powerful, then clearly I was wrong about that.”

“The path of evil is an easy one.”

“You should know.”

“What’s the point?” Faedorff managed.

“You don’t know? Oh well. It doesn’t matter. Now you have time to work it out, maybe we’ll both get an answer. With the healing stones, and the resurrection stone, I can keep you around as long as I like. I can keep myself around as long as I like, too, so you don’t have to worry about me dying on you. Even if I could be injured, I’d just heal now. In fact … ”

All the Saiya clones suddenly glowed blue, even the patient giant lying across the landscape. Their muscles grew larger, better, and most noticeably of all: harder. Faedorff felt her weight press much more firmly upon him as the glow faded, and he beheld an even more enhanced Queen.

“You have no idea how wonderful that felt.”

But he did … because now the feeling of her flesh pressed against his was even more delectable, as though pure pleasure was sparking energetically between their molecules as she moved above him.

“I suppose you’re thinking: When is she going to stop? When is she going to get tired? When is she going to get bored? When is she going release me? Well. Never. Never. Who know? And why should I?”

“You can’t … stay here … forever … ”

“Of course I can, silly.”

“What about … you’re other conquests … ?”

Saiya laughed.

“Not as smart as you think you are, are you Faedorff?” she teased. “I’m already on my way to seven other kingdoms right now. I’m only walking., but seeing that I’m five hundred feet tall it won’t take too long. This time tomorrow the Empire shall be reborn. And all the while I’ll be right here … showing you things you never dreamed possible. Like this.”

She released all restraint upon her Crest, and the pleasure she caused became an overwhelming fire that completely devastated the sanity of every person within a hundred feet of that particular clone. Her beauty became fatal long before she had expected, and as it passed a certain point Faedorff’s heart gave out. She brought him back, making him stronger once again so as get more out of him before he died again.

“You know, Faedorff?” she asked, her voice ripping agonising pleasure from his body as her beauty continued to rapidly increase. “I believe this is the beginning of an eternal friendship … ”