"Hold still" Olivia instructed, and a moment later she painfully reset my broken arm.  

I was laying on my back on the ground as Olivia cleaned my wounds and pulled slivers of tree bark out of my skin.  I stared at the sky, contemplating the fight we just had.

"So. . . How was it?" I asked, with as much enthusiasm in my voice as I could muster, considering my body was on the edge of shock.

"How was what?" She replied, focusing on a piece of bark.

"You know. . . Your first time with the death goddess!" I exclaimed, offering her a soft, friendly punch in the shoulder.

"Touch me again and I'll break your one good arm! She threatened, as she tightly tied the dagger she had pulled from my shoulder to my broken arm, as a means to keep it straight as it healed.  "And it was as unpleasant as I expected it to be." She finished, quietly.

"But what about the power?  It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked, trying to relate to her in any way.

"It never once felt like my power. . . My decisions.  She just uses us, Ant.  To satisfy whatever dark urges she is having!  I can still feel her crawling on my skin!  I. . . . Need a bath." Olivia explained, genuine disgust on her face.

"So then why do it?  Why put yourself through that? You and your friends were so high and mighty about the death goddess when we first met!" I replied, wincing as she pulled another piece of bark out from my leg.

"It's not like it matters anymore anyway.  The end of the world is upon us.  If I'm going to die, I want to be able to say I did everything I could and gave it my all. " she said, plucking another piece of bark.  "You're a serious mess, little brother! It will be a miracle if all this doesn't get infected!"  She exclaimed, continuing to pluck.

"I know. . . . Isn't Leonara just a joy!" I said, faking a smile. 

"That woman is a demon.  A plague on the world!" Olivia answered, clenching her fists. "We need to hurry up and get back to Pherron so we can join the fight!"

"Where are we even?. . . And why were you the only one who came to rescue me?" I asked, staring up at the sky.

"We are a two and a half days ride from there.  And as for why nobody else came but me. . . . The problem is, your friends are all assholes, but so are you. . . " Olivia said, trying to be "sensitive" about how she spoke to me.

It didn't honestly surprise me.  It wasn't the first time that a person would wake up to somebody being gone.  

"But anyway. . . Let's get moving, I think a storm is rolling in." She commanded, pulling the last bit of bark from my skin.

Famous last words, because an hour later, we were in the middle of the worst storm I had seen in years.  By now, I was running a fever, and though it was a bit emasculating, Olivia made me ride in front of her on the horse to keep me from passing out and falling off.  The storm raged on, pissing rain from every angle and the horse seemed to struggle to push through it.  Not to mention, odd amount of lighting strikes for the area.  Every few seconds, a bolt would strike the ground just off into the distance, spooking the horse and causing Olivia to barely keep control.

Then it happened.

Out of the sky, lightning struck within 10 feet of us.  I was too slow to shield my eyes and was blinded by the light as everything went white.The horse reared up, dumping first Olivia, then me down on top of her before running off into the woods. We landed hard on the muddy ground.  Irritated, Olivia gently rolled me off of her and stood.  I opted to stay down briefly, between the fever and the broken arm, I just needed a bit of a rest.

"Look!  There. . . . There is a cabin up ahead with the lights on!" Olivia said, constantly wiping water out of her eyes. "It. . . . I swear there was nothing there a minute ago." She added, a bit confused.

I held my eyes open, letting the rain cool them for a moment before standing up, and sure enough, about 150 yards away, there was the soft,orange, flickering light of a cabin in the distance.  

Olivia looked around for any sight of her horse, but it was long gone by now. 

"Let's go!  We can take shelter there from this infernal storm!  We will try to find her in the morning once the storm has passed!" She called, though I could barely hear her over the sound of the heavy rain. 

Olivia began to march eagerly toward the cabin, but I was reluctant.  Something about it seemed off other than the fact that it literally came seemingly out of nowhere.  Just then, as if to drive my dedecision, the rain seemed to get even heavier.  Clutching my cloak tighter over my shoulders, I followed, and caught up with her a few steps down the way.

"Something about that cabin doesn't feel right!" I shouted to her as we neared it, getting a brief, better look in another flash of lightning.

"Well, we damn sure aren't staying out here in this weather!" She replied.  "Besides, what could possibly be in there that is worse than who we just faced?" 

She had a point there. . . 

Olivia stepped up the 4 steps on the front of the porch and moved to the left window, peeking in.  I followed suit, going to the right.

The cabin was one big room.  Fairly standard looking I would say, with a big, high table in the center, a fireplace in the back wall, a large, brick bath in the back right corner and a massive bed in the back left.  All pretty normal, but that is where the normality ended. . . 

For one, there was nobody inside.  The pot on the countertop was steaming like somebody was in the middle of making tea, and there was food on it as well, but not a soul in sight. There were also probably about 100 odd candles lining the walls.  Beyond that was the bones everywhere. . . . By far the biggest red flag.  What appeared to be human remains hanging from chains at random around the cabin but not only that. . . . In various different sizes ranging from slayers to incredible tiny. . . 

Olivia seemed to be undeterred by any of that, and moved to the front door.  She knocked loudly twice, barely giving it two seconds before swinging it open to the inside. I waited a moment after she disappeared inside, before I followed, my good arm holding the handle to my sword.  By the time I got around the corner, Olivia had already sat down at the table and casually began removing soaked clothing.


"Don't you think we should wait awhile?  See if anyone is going to come back here?" I asked, cautiously looking around at everything for any clue as to who the owner of the place might be. 

"Were you on this high of alert when you got captured by that bounty hunter?" Olivia asked, successfully scoring one point on me as she finished removing her soaked cloak, before wringing her hair out all over the floor.  Then, she walked around the room, lighting every strange looking candle on the walls.  She also started drawing the bath water.

"You're serious going to take a bath he. . ." My voice trailed off as I noticed several piles of clothes on the floor.  The weapons were still stayed as well and every pile had a pair of boots beneath them.

It also appeared that someone had been eating at the table, as there was a half-eaten sandwich on a plate and a bowl of freshly picked mushrooms. By the time I looked back, Olivia had also stripped out of her clothes and was just sliding under the surface of the hot bath water, her calves and bare feet hanging out, as the tub wasn't made for somebody nearly 7 feet tall.  She sighed with content as she layed her head back and closed her eyes .

"Finally!  I can scrub the stench of the death goddess off of me!" She said, happily.  "Maybe if this water is hot enough, I can forget it every happened!"

"I promise you, she won't let that happen!" I said solemnly as I sat down at the table and started to remove my own soaked gear, careful around my arm. 

"Well. . . Whatever.  We might all be dead by this time next week anyway." She replied, before going completely silent. 

Things were quiet for awhile as the rain continued to hammer down on the cabin, legitimately harder than I had ever seen it rain before. Every few seconds lighting would flash outside the window, followed immediately by massive thunder cracks.  Around the room, the candles had begun to fill the air with a peculiar scent that felt heavy in my lungs and seemed to make it hard to keep my eyes open. 


"O-Olivia?. . . " I called, as the room began to show the slightest signs of changing around me.  Her eyes were still shut, and I thought I could hear her lightly snoring.  "Fucking great!" I said loudly, before standing up.  

Suddenly, the room started to shift and I nearly fell over. "Olivia!" I cried, this time loud enough to wake the dead, but she remained asleep, murmuring something quietly, before turning her head away. 

This was bad.  My mind was slipping into a fog now, and my strength was leaving me as I slumped down against the wall.  My eyes failed to focus and that's when I saw it. . . . What appeared to be 4 tiny beings, hiding under the table, staring at me.  It was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.








"Hey. . . .hey!  Slayer. . . Wake up!" 


I opened my eyes and slowly focus on the group of four, naked humans before me.  2 men and 2 women. The man who had woken me, stood and stepped back to the others. They all looked terrified.

"What. . .what the hell happened?" I asked, standing up to find that I too was naked now.  The answer was all too obvious as I looked around to see that the cabin was absolutely massive now, and we were standing next to a soaked pile of clothes that I used to wearing.

"The same thing that happened to us. . . We came to this cabin to get out of that ungodly storm!" The other man explained.

"It seemed to appear out of nowhere, after a flash of lightning?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"That's right!" The taller, darker haired woman confirmed.

"Everything seemed fine until we lit those fucking candles! The first man, a short, skinny, long haired, older man added. 

I looked up to see that all the candles were out now.  They looked as though they had never been lit.  To our right, I also couldn't any trace of Olivia either. Her feet where no longer sticking out of the tub.

"She shrunk too!" The dark haired woman answered, before I even asked.  "But she hasn't come out of the tub yet! She may have drowned."

"Shit!" I sighed, as I began to walk toward the bath, preparing to climb up and rescue her but I was interrupted by a particularly large crack of thunder that sounded right outside the door.

We all looked in that direction, and I swore I saw the silhouette of somebody outside on the front porch.  Another crack of thunder, and another and another.  I looked around to see that the humans were no longer standing around me, but instead had fled back under the table where I had seen them before.  Keeping my eye on the door, I followed suit, taking cover under a lower shelf built into the table.

Three more thunder claps that shook the entire cabin before silence. . .

The humans were all back in the farthest shadows of the table now, as I hung out, watching the door.

A moment later it swung open and a massive, hooded figure stepped in from the storm, dripping wet.  They looked around the cabin for a moment, before closing the door.

"Get out of sight!" One of the humans yelled from behind me.

I stayed where I was, watching as the giant being lifted their hands to their head and removed the hood,  revealing a gorgeous, raven-haired woman, in her twenties. She had tattoos that appeared to be smeared make up, as though she had been crying, beneath her eyes.

"Relax!  It's just another traveler!" I said, somewhat quietly.

"You. . . You and your friend didn't make thunder like that when you walked!" The short, skinny man hissed at me, from his hiding spot.  

I wasn't quiet sure what he meant by that until the woman began to strip off her wet clothes as well.  Every normal small step she took, shook the entire cabin and sounded like thunder.  She shed her coat, revealing a short sleeved shirt underneath, and bare arms covered in tattoos, in great contrast with her snow white skin. 

She also stepped out of her soaking boots, delicately placing her bare feet on the wooden floor, before pulling her pants off as well and kicking them gently aside and leaving her in soaked panties, leaving nothing to the imagination on her completely tattooed body.  Her toe nails were painted black as well as her finger nails.  She glanced casually around the cabin before she spoke.

"Hmm. . . . . It would seem I have some guests on this most blustery of nights." She exclaimed, and I swore her gaze went straight to me, before I could duck out of sight.

It was honestly more unnerving not being able to see her, and the woman who hadn't spoken yet let a shrill scream as a thunderous footstep shook us down to our bones.  Though she was a giant to us and her footsteps would be relatively heavy, this was something different.  The entire cabin quaked beneath her, not just the vibrations of her feet.  It was almost as though she shook reality itself with her steps.  

The giant woman was moving around the table to her right, and all the humans held in a collective scream as her giant feet came into view.  My own knees threatened to buckle from the concussion of her steps.  Her delicate toes moved to my clothing, lifting and sifting through them until she was satisfied there was nobody inside.  I saw the blade of my sword lift out of view.  

"Hmm. . . . Curious!" The woman said, examining my sword in the light of the cabin.  She flipped it around in her hand like a practiced swordsman, although it was much too large for her.  If I had to guess, she was no taller than about 5 foot 5, but she handled my blade like it weighed nothing.

A moment later, she placed it back against the wall, and moved on to Olivia's gear, giving it all the same treatment. 

"Could it be?!  Two slayers came to visit me?!" The giantess exclaimed, girlishly.  "What a treat!  I thought all of them had been wiped out by that dreadful woman!" She added, some disdain in her voice.

"It must be my lucky day!  I can't wait to play!" She squealed, clapping her hands with joy.  "Oh!  And here is one now!" 

I peered out from under the table and witnessed her reach into the bath and extract a naked little Olivia from the water.  The woman placed her on the edge of the tub, and placed a finger on Olivia's stomach, pushing gently under a fountain of water gushed from her mouth, waking her in a coughing fit. The woman chuckled.

"Any longer in there, and you might not have woken up from that!" She said, bending at the knees to get a closer look.

Olivia was a mess, as first the realization that she had almost drown hit her, followed by the shocking discovery that she had also been shrunk and was now face to face with a woman who bore a slightish resemblance to Leonara.  It was all too much for her, and she took off running down the ledge, away from the woman.

"Oh no you don't little one!" The woman laughed, extending her hand out to grab Olivia.  

Olivia spun around, putting her hands out to stop the woman, but to her absolute terror, the woman's slender fingers pushed past her guard like nothing, wrapping her up firmly from her toes to her neck. Olivia let out a pained groan as the woman's considerably light grip seemed to almost crush her.  She was lifted from the bath, and held up to the woman's face.  Then the unexpected happened.

The giantess' massive, long, pink tongue snaked from between her lips, finding it's way to Olivia's face.  Olivia let out a muffled scream as the tongue invaded her body.  The giant's grip loosened to allow her tongue in, and it toured Olivia's prone body to the extreme from head to toe, missing not an inch, before retreating back into her mouth.
"Hmm. . . That's. .  . You have a very distinct flavor to you! I've never tasted anything like that on one of you!" She exclaimed as she placed Olivia in a "large" glass jar on the table. 

Immediately Olivia made a fist, and smashed it into the glass, but no shattering followed.  Only a full blown scream of pain now as she withdrew her bloody hand, holding it to her chest.

"I suppose you are wondering what's going on here, huh?" The giant woman asked, bending down and peering at Olivia through the glass. 

"I swear on the gods I'm going to rip you to shreds if you don't let me out of here, right now!" Olivia roared, although it was not much beyond a squeak at her current size.

"And I'm sure outside these walls that would very, very likely be the outcome." The woman replied, holding her pointer finger up to the glass. "But in here, you aren't exactly your. . . Over-powered self.  You see, while the candles on the wall shrink humans and slayers the same. . . They have a more drastic effect on slayers."

Olivia only fumed, fists clenched and dripping blood.

"No need for long, lengthy explanations, but essentially you are as weak as a human would be at that size. Also, you can't use your prayers either!" The woman smirked, before standing back up to her normal height, towering over the jar.

"What are you?" Olivia demanded, through clenched teeth.

"I'm a human. . . Technically. . "The giantess answered, shrugging as she began to walk back around the table. 

"Those markings all over you. . . You're a witch!" Olivia shouted as her massive captor walked away. 

The comment seemed to strike a bit of a nerve as the woman stopped in her tracks and turned back to face the jar.

"That word. . . . Is just a term that the king uses to execute women he can't control!" The woman barked in Olivia's face, slamming her fists on the table top and crumpling her tiny prisoner with the force.  "We prefer. . . . . Enlightened ones." She finished, before turning away and resuming her search.  Olivia said nothing in response.

Again the giant's feet came into view facing us, but instead of passing by, a wave of terror washed over us as she dropped to her hands and knees directly in front of us, her eyes focused on us like she already  knew exactly where we were. The humans didn't wait to see what she had planned and sprinted for the other side of the table.  

I stood my ground, knowing that there was no outrunning giants or giant witches or whatever this woman was.  Her giant, black eyes looked me up and down, sizing me up.

"Seeing as how you didn't flee in terror, my guess is that you must be the other slayer. . " she said, simply.  "Although you could pass for a tall human I suppose" she added, commenting on my less than giant stature even as a slayer.

I didn't respond, charging her face and grabbing hold of two locks off her, wet, black hair, planning to deal with her like I had Emelia.  Only this time, I snapped my arms, expecting to smash her face into the planks of wood that made up the floor, but nothing happened.  Her giant head didn't budge and I didn't even manage to pull a strand of hair from her head.

She gave me a puzzled look, before her hand came for me. There was no time to run as her fist gobbled me up, and my chest was compressed to the point where I could hardly breathe, on top of  my broken arm being crushed as she stood up to her height. Usually my strength would have kept her at bay or been outright too much for her, but it was like she didn't even feel me now.

I looked out of my flesh prison to see Olivia on the table in the jar. I thought I was about to join her, but instead, the giant lifted me to her face.  A moment later, her tongue crept from her mouth, and against my wishes and struggles, met with my face. I held my breath as it threatened to suffocate me, before moving down my bare chest, focusing briefly on my nipples then assaulting my arm, before moving down to my hardening member.  

It lingered there as I squirmed uncomfortably for a moment until it was rewarded with the deposit of my modest load.  The witch withdrew her tongue with a chuckle, before looking me in the eyes.

"The response is expected I would say. . . But your taste!. . . Even stronger than your partner!  It's the essence of a god!. . . . This is curious indeed!  You two must have some story to tell. . . " she declared before finally lowering me into the jar.

I was deposited beside her.  I gave her a look of "I fucking told you so!" And she held her arms up defensively, allowing her bare tits to swing free.

"Shit!" She cussed, covering them up with her arm, then sitting down and crossing her legs to cover up the rest of her.  

There was no time to focus either on her body, or yelling at her for getting us into this mess, as the giant woman thundered around the table again, and after disappearing below the surface of the table, she stood a moment later with two humans in each fist.   She gave them each a taste, apparently finding nothing of note, but draining a load from the other two men as well, before she unceremoniously tossed them in the jar with us, kicking and screaming. 

Her giant face looked at us through the glass, her cold eyes felt like they were piercing through our bodies into our soles.  The quiet human woman, who I noticed had red hair, had begun to weep now.  The human men stood stoic enough, while Olivia did her best to keep her dignity.

"I have quite the full house tonight!" The giant exclaimed, giggling. "Oh!  How rude of me!  You guys can call me Deziree!" She said, as she stuck out her hand and did a mock handshake with all of us.


"You know the village won't stand for this!" The taller, more solid built man yelled at her.  "Let us go and we will act like this never happened!" He bargained. 


"The village can kiss my fat ass!" Deziree spat back at him.  "I don't know about you, but I don't personally go around breaking into other people's cabins!" 

Again I gave Olivia the death glare, and this time she silently mouthed "I will kill you!" Or something along those lines.  

"It was the storm of the century out there!" The man argued, and as if to punctuate his point, a massive thunder crack shook the entire cabin. "We didn't have any choice but to seek shelter here!"

"You may have honestly been better off getting a little wet outside! Not that I'm complaining, by the way!" Deziree said as she grabbed her wet shirt, pulling it over her head in one, smooth motion, letting her fat, heavy, pale tits drop into view.  Every pair of eyes in the cabin were on her now as she toweled herself off, with her back to us, although the male eyes lingered noticeably longer.

"For fuck's sake!" The dark haired woman spat, slapping the skinny man in the back of his head, snapping him out of his tit induced trance.

The giantess smirked at us over her shoulder, giving him a knowing look.  He shook his head and tried to look anywhere other than at the giant, gorgeous woman before him.

"This IS going to be fun!  It's been so long since I've had any company!  Nobody travels this way since that giant bitch began wiping everyone out, up here in the north." She explained, tossing the towel aside and hooki

This caught my and Olivia's attention.  Could she be referring to Florence?

"What did this giant look like?" Olivia asked, finally standing and putting her hands on the glass. 

The woman's smirk got a little wider as She neared the jar again, her big tits hanging on full display now.  

"Why?  Do you think that you and your scrawny little friend here have any chance against her?" She mocked, staring Olivia down.  Olivia only returned the look, unblinking.  "She. . ." Deziree began, but then laughed off the thought, shaking her head, and I got the briefest hint of fear.

"She's huge!  First of all.  Bigger than any giant I have ever seen!" Deziree said, seemingly trying to justify her fear.  "Long, curly, strawberry blonde hair. . . Pale. . . .pale blue eyes." 

"You scared?" Olivia asked, with a chuckle.

"You would have to be stupid not to be. . . . These humans can vouch for that." She replied, and the humans nodded their agreement.

"Ha!  Why would I care what a bunch of humans think about a giant?" Olivia laughed, though I wasn't sure where this confidence was coming from.

"Because. . . We all saw how many of your kind went to face her and never came back." Deziree stated solemnly, genuine pity in her voice. "And sure, I take my fair share of prey, but her. . . . . Senseless." 

"Well if you change us back, we are on a mission to kill her!" Olivia declared, like it might make some kind of difference.

Deziree laughed in response.

"You'll only end up as a grease spot in a field somewhere, believe me.  It's only my magic that allows me to stay here.  And that's only to hide from her, mind you! Even the village that these humans speak about is 50 miles east of here!  Everything west of here is her territory now and anyone who challenged that is long gone." Deziree explained, halfheartedly.

"But enough about that massive cunt!  It's time you little people took care of THIS massive cunt!" Deziree said, hooking her thumbs into her panties and pulling them down to reveal said cunt.  She wiggled out of the soaked underwear, kicking them aside as she reached over, grabbing the mouth of the jar and carrying us all over to her giant bed and climbing on, pushing her animal skin blankets aside.

"I've been aching for this for so long!" She moaned as her hand reached into the jar, selecting the taller man and the dark haired woman.  She layed back on her pillows, holding one in each hand before bring them to her breasts.  Her left nipple stifled the protests of the woman as she was squashed against the tit, and beneath Deziree's hand.  Her struggling seemed to be exactly what the giant with was looking for, because she squirmed with ecstacy at the slightest movements as the two tiny humans fruitlessly fought against her. 


As riveting as the whole human-giant sex scenario was, I pried my eyes away, focusing as much as my still foggy brain would allow as I tried to find a way out before Deziree's attention was turned back to us.  Looking up, I noticed that the mouth of the jar might just be in reach if I boosted Olivia on my shoulders.  I motioned to her, and knelt down as the other man helped her to stand on my shoulders.  

Unfortunately that was as far as I got. . . .

Having forgot about not having my usual strength, I found that my current, lanky human proportions weren't enough to lift the equally scaled down 7 foot tall, 400 pound Olivia from my position on one knee. I strained to stand, my moan of effort matching a moan of pleasure from Deziree as she used her middle fingers to push the screaming faces of the humans down into her nipple. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Ant?" Olivia whispered down to me, furiously.

"You're too heavy!" The human man interjected, saving me the trouble of having to dance around the situation as he added his muscle to the lift, and we finally managed to gain some height.  A few seconds and a ton of effort later, we finally got her to the rim of the jar, but it was all for not as Deziree's knee accidentally bumped the jar, causing Olivia to tumble down on top of me. 

I let out a groan of pain as my body was just as equipped to be crushed by 400 pounds as it was to lift it, which was not at all.  Surprisingly, the commotion didn't catch Deziree's attention, but it didn't matter because before we could muster another attempt she was setting the two limp, seemingly unconscious or dead humans off to her side, before she turned back to us.

"Who's next?" She asked, smiling but looking slightly dazed from the pleasure.  "I'm good and primed now!" 
We all scrambled back against the class, delusional that it would offer us any escape, from this giant, horny woman and as such, the redhead was plucked by her arm, screaming bloody murder.

Her screams only seemed to fuel Deziree's lust, and that long, intrusive tongue made another appearance, licking up the woman's tears and flicking at her tits.  She tried desperately to cover herself but her free hand was brushed away even easier than mine had been as the giant muscle had it's way with her.

The woman was brought up to the witches mouth, and her screams of terror were blended slightly with moans of pleasure as her own breasts were slurped messily into the giantess' mouth.  Soon, they were replaced completely as the giant tongue snaked down to her pussy, lapping at her with a steady persistence and practiced precision until it earned her yet another orgasm, this time courtesy of the redhead.

Deziree looked satisfied, and utterly condescending, as the woman lay limp and panting in the palm of her hand. The tranquility only lasted a minute though as Deziree's grip switched up, holding the woman delicately between her fingers.  The screams returned immediately as the woman's face was pressed down into the smooth, soft, tattooed skin of Deziree's stomach. 

She tried in vain to fight as she was made to trace around Deziree's giant body, getting stuffed into every intimate crack and crevice from head to toe, earning continuous moans and squeals of pleasure, until by the time she was allowed to breathe freely again, she was soaking in sweat that wasn't her own, and tears that were, as she had changed from terrified screams to broken, heavy sobs as her life worth was slowly and thoroughly stripped from her.  I longed to stand up for her, but the harsh realities of being more or less human, meant that she was going to get used and abused and there was nothing any of us could do about it.

And unfortunately, things were about to get even worse for her. Again she was pressed to the witches flat, but soft and feminine stomach, only this time she was made to travel straight south. Screams and sobs of protest were muffled, then silenced as the giantess had her way with the human, placing her middle finger on the mop of red hair and using it to insert the woman's entire head inside her.  

"Oh fuck!  Your screams feel amazing!" Deziree moaned, her toes curling and eyes closed.

"Are you just going to stand there and do  nothing?!" The human man shouted at us.  "Save her!" 

"We could probably lift you out of the jar. . ." I said, flatly.

The man gave me a look of disbelief at the suggestion, his eyes wide. 
"Go ahead. . " I added, webbing my hands to give him a boost.

He looked out at Deziree, who had stuffed the poor woman even further inside her now.  Up to her ankle, which the giantess had in her fingers as she steadily pumped the little woman in and out of her puffy pussy lips.  The red head offered no resistance now, and was completely limp.

"Fine!  Just hurry up!" The man snapped, and a moment later, I was hoisting his much lighter body up to the rim.  He clumsily clambered over the top, and ungracefully fell to the bed below.  It took him a second to stand, and he stood unmoving as he took in the woman's sheer size.

Another deep moan from Deziree spurred the man's action, and he ran up to her naked thigh, punching it with all his might. Though his strength was weak, she did notice him and was not amused as she was completely removed from the moment.

Her face was flushed and sweaty and she wore a scowl on it, as she nearly squashed the man under her ass as she moved to get a better look at him.

"Le-leave her alone, whore!" The man stammered,  with no fire in his gut. It was likely imperceptible to her, but the man was shaking with fear as he barely managed to even stand near her.

". . . . . Fine." She replied finally after glaring him to death.  A moment later there was a slick slurping sound as she removed the tiny woman from her depths.  Her body hung limp and lifeless from the giant's finger tips.  "Ooo. . . . I may have over done it this time!" She said, wincing at the sight of the soaked woman.

"You fucking cunt!" The man screamed, his actually cracking with emotion.

I though Deziree's eyes might actually burn a hole in the man as she stared him down.  Without looking away for even a moment, she carelessly deposited the woman into a heap on the bed next to the other two humans who were still presumably and hopefully unconscious.

"You humans never do learn, do you?" She asked, as her hand slowly came for the man.  

He let out a scream of terror as he clambered over the covers but his best efforts were not enough, and a moment later, he was snatched up and wrapped in her fist.  She brought him up to her face, unconsciously playing with her nipple with her free hand as she looked him over.  

"So frail. . . . Your lifespan so short. . . . Yet you let your emotions run wild at the drop of a hat, don't you? Deziree asked, loosening her fist to let him dangle by his hair just above her face.  He screamed bloody murder now as he clutched his hair to relieve the pain.

"You cold-blooded bitch!" The man shouted, managing to regain his composure somewhat.  

"You have some mouth on you, for someone who's barely longer than my finger!" She exclaimed in reply, giving him a cruel swing.

"You. . . Foul whore!  You'll burn for this, just like your sisters!" He screamed back, still clutching his scalp.

This was apparently the the wrong thing to say to the woman, because the next thing he knew, the man was being helicoptered above Deziree's head by his hair.  His previous pained screams were now a gurgled mess of sounds as the waves of agony washed him over.

"I doubt an entire human lifetime would be enough to teach you to keep your mouth shut, but I will attempt to enlighten you all the same!" Deziree growled.  She kept him spinning for what seemed like forever before he was suddenly brought down, slamming into the soft bed, although it still looked painful and there was a solid sound of bones readjusting themselves when he hit. 


The man was a real mess now.  He lay, unmoving and his eyes were still turning circles in his skull. A second later, he vomited green and tan all over the bedding.  Blood was seeping from his scalp as well.  It looked as though he might try to stand, but he collapsed almost immediately, vomiting again and just staying down this time.

"You have no right to speak of my sisters, you little shit!  You humans are mere bugs, roaming the earth for what amounts to the blink of an eye! The bottom of the food chain, and now. . Even when you're seeing your races inferiority as your kind is erased from the history books by giants, you still have the audacity to insult me!" The woman shouted in the man's face as she bent down and got her face near to his. Outside the cabin, impossibly, the storm picked up even more intensity, matching the infuriated giantess.
He only offered a pathetic groan in reply, as his body literally couldn't respond in any way.  This seemed to please the giantess as she kept him pinned to the bed in a puddle of his own sick with just her glare.

"No matter the literal short comings of man.  I could go on about that all day, but fortunately for you, you're about to be thoroughly educated on your place in the world!" Deziree said, her voice back to being calm and smooth, as she rolled onto her side, presenting us with all of that "fat ass" that the village could kiss.

She looked over her shoulder at us, drinking in our reactions.  I, being a male of straight orientation and already naked, was hard as a rock and not even trying to hide it. Olivia, on the other hand, looked at it with a mixed of disgust and jealousy as the well-endowed "human" made her bigger, but much more toned and athletic body seem lacking in the ingredients that mindless men craved.  She also gave me and little ant the death glare for our validation of our captor.

Our small, incapacitated human friend just stared up at it in what could only be described as abject terror,as he immediately picked up on what his "education" was to be. With pure determination, he willed his limbs into motion as he attempted to crawl away, leaving a trail of smeared vomit behind him, but the cruel giantess had other plans.  She let him drag himself a good 10 or 15 scale feet, before reaching down and tangling him up in her all encompassing fingers.

"You. . . Godless heathen!" He tried to shout, but it came out as more of a defeated whimper as he was brought back face to face with her enormous ass.   He still struggled and squirmed but she didn't even seem to notice now as she maneuvered his legs together and just inside her hole.

"In you go!" Was all the ceremony she allotted him, before he was forced inside of her with a manicured finger on top of his tiny head.  She stuffed him in until his muffled screams and sobs were smothered in ass cheek and became embedded in her moans of absolute pleasure.  Only his arms, above his head were visible as his hands clasped at anything beyond his stark reality.

The whole thing was too much for Olivia  as she finally sat down, her back against the glass and facing away from the exhibition of the enlightened one/human hierarchy.  I really didn't blame her.  Her entire life had been devoted to a cause she could no longer stand behind.  Her strongest efforts proved to be fruitless against the woman who had taken most of the family she had ever known.  Her soul had been tainted by the death goddess, and now here she was, facing almost certain death at the hands of this horny monster, instead of on her own terms, on a battlefield, with a sword in her hands.

She put her head in between her knees and her hands over the back of her head, and just stayed that way, trying to drown out the sound of our failures behind her.  And behind her was a dire sight indeed.

Deziree had ascended to another plain of pleasure as she began pumping the arrogant little man in and out of her asshole, grabbing his arms with a few fingers.  Her cheeks were so thick that the weight of them was enough to squish the man as he was repeatedly pulled in and out between them, giving him a tiny window to get air at the very height of the stroke, his face gasping like a fish at the surface of a pond, before being stuffed back in a second later, disappearing completely from view.

Her head was turned away from us now, resting in her right arm on her pillow, but her body told the tale as she shuddered and screamed with every stroke, shaking not only the bed, but the entire cabin with her moans.  She alternated speed, assaulting the man with a mixed of long, slow throws, followed by fast, short little jabs as his suffering earned ear splitting orgasm after ear splitting orgasm.  Looking around, I wasn't even sure the cabin could withstand much more as each and every scream seemed to warp the walls and rain water had begun to seep in.

Although by this point, I had begun to have the suspicion that this wasn't really a cabin at all. Which may have been a good thing, because it was arguably taking more of a pounding right now than Deziree's ass.  That being said, even I had seen enough by now and went to sit down next to Olivia, debating, then ultimately deciding to put an arm around her to attempt to comfort her.


It wasn't something I was used to, honestly. I couldn't speak for other groups of slayers, but in my family, we just saw the fucked up things we saw, and did the fucked up things we did, and never really stopped to absorb it or talk about it.  Like if we ever did stop, the payment for our actions would come due, and we were all ill equipped to make good on them.

Olivia did flinch at my touch, but relaxed a moment later when she realized that I wasn't Deziree. We sat in as much silence as was possible considering there was a giant woman behind us, pleasuring herself with an entire human body right behind us.  The whole scenario. . . Feeling so powerless. . . It was kind of eye opening.I couldn't tell if this was actually how I felt or if the smoke in the cabin was dulling my senses and will to fight and survive.

Deziree continued to have her way with the man for what seemed like forever.  I lost count of how many orgasms she wrung out of him, but by the time she was sweating and panting, the entire cabin floor was damp with rain water from her twisting reality and warping the walls. I turned around just in time to see her pulling the battered man from the depths of her asshole. He was blue and very very likely dead.  Deziree had a satisfied smirk on her face as she looked him over.


She gave him a brief shake to confirm he was dead, before callously tossing his corpse completely off the bed and down to the floor below with a thump and crunch of bones and splatter of innards.  A sound I had heard more than a few times in my line of work.  Giants would pick up a human and toss them as high as they could, letting them plummet to the ground and basically explode on impact.  If by some miracle he wasn't dead before, he definitely was now.

Olivia had momentarily looked up to see the man get tossed, but now her head was back between her legs and she had begun to weep.  It honestly sort of kind of maybe broke my heart just a little bit.  It's not like I was fond of her per say, but she had saved my life at least twice now so I guess I at least felt. . . Something. . . Towards her anyway.  Like another obnoxious, by the book, stiff, rigid, law abiding, older sister that I never ask for?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the feeling of the bed bouncing as Deziree got on her knees and was now looming over the jar, eyeing her next victim.  Her eyes were glassy and her skin was damp with sweat.  Her raven black hair was also a mess now.  She was breathing heavy as well.

"Fuck, that was great!" She exclaimed as her hands rubbing down her tits, clearing them of sweat by wiping it onto the bed.  "I really needed this!  I've been cooped up in here, avoiding these giant cunts that have been running rampant for the last year, and so has everyone else.  Nobody's traveled through my forest  for months, then I get 6 in one night!" She exclaimed with a seductive moan of pleasure that vibrated the jar.

"And two slayers at that!" She added, peering at us through the side of the jar.  "My luck is starting to turn around it seems!  I suppose that is how it goes though. . There is only so much luck to go around, and somebody's has to run out for another's to turn around!" She explained, eyeballing Olivia before her placing her hands the rim mouth of the jar.

"Shit, if you pompous slayers would do your job, I wouldn't be so horny and I might have just let you go!  It's just 3 giant women and you all fuck it up and bring about the end of the human realm!" She complained to both of us as she began to reach into the jar for Olivia.
I knew I couldn't let that happen.  Standing, I put myself in between them.

"Don't fucking touch her!" I said, with all the authority I could muster. 

"Oh please!" Was all she spat at me, apparently unimpressed as she reached for me instead, grabbing my broken arm and giving it a squeeze.

I instantly crumbled to the floor of the jar as the white hot wave of pain flooded in and swamped my ability to stand.  Deziree gave me a mean spirited laugh and another squeeze. I only writhed in agony, screaming as my naked body squeaked on the glass. 





I had to admit. . . . . This constantly getting my ass kicked lately was getting a little old.  I tried my best not to rely on the death goddess lately, and not that she would have been of much help in our current, bizarre predicament, but at least my arm wouldn't be a broken, easy target for any and ever backwoods whore who wanted to have a go at me. Sure, we had got the victory over the super slayers, but ever since there, I had been getting the shit beat out of me, or fleeing for my life. . . . . I needed a change.

"You heartless cunt!" This time it was Olivia that stood, clutching Deziree's giant thumb and pulling, trying to get her to release me, but it was completely fruitless as it didn't even budge in the least. 

Deziree only chuckled, licking her lips as her attention turned to Olivia, although she had time enough to use her pointer finger tip to cruelly press my arm down into the glass as pain erupted inside me, earning blood curdling screams and threatening to pass me out.  A second later, she had the wriggling Olivia in her fist, hoisting her out of the jar, kicking and screaming obscenities at her.

"You've got some spunk left in you!" Deziree exclaimed, pleased as she held Olivia up to the light to get a better look at her. "I like that! Usually being exposed to the smoke for an extended period of time leaves you little creatures pretty out of it.  Like you're friend mister tough guy over there!" She explained, pointing to me.  

She wasn't wrong.  I definitely wasn't myself, though it had become impossible to tell whether reality itself was warped, or just my perception of it.  

"He looks like he barely knows where he is right now!" Deziree added, tapping cruelly on the glass with her free hand.  "And just out of curiosity. . . . How did you get that broken arm anyway?  Aren't your bones supposed to be nearly unbreakable? " she asked, as both her and by force Olivia, watched me in the jar.

"F-funny you should as-ask!" I replied, trying to be my normal, quick witted self, but the pain was racking my mind as I slowly and defiantly climbed back to my feet.  "Because some other, unrelated, giant, raven haired, cock sucking SLUT, THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE ENTERTAINING TO BREAK IT WITH HER BARE HANDS." I screamed at her at the top of my lungs. 

I prayed my insults and anger might draw her attention away from Olivia and bring her wrath on to me, but no luck.  She wasn't phased at all.

"You need to calm yourself!  You're being overdramatic.  All that screaming and getting upset with only spoil your flavor!" She said, before callously licking the side of Olivia's entire head, leaving a trail of spit between Olivia's face and her tongue. 

And with that, she layed back on her pillow, with Olivia dangling over her face by her hands, her tongue lapping at all of her intimate areas just to torture her as Olivia unleashed a torrent of insults and death threats to rival any I had ever heard.  Still, despite her best efforts, squirming and kicking, she was lowered to Deziree's waiting mouth.  Deziree's inhuman tongue coiled around Olivia's legs, binding them and pulling her in up to her waist.

Every fiber of my being told me to break out and help her, but I could literally feel the effects of the smoke altering my will and keeping me docile.  Even as Deziree toyed with my. . . Friend?. . Pulling her back out of her mouth, smacking her lips and savoring her flavor.  It must have been good because outside, the wind gained even more strength, howling through the cabin now, and threatening to extinguish the candles.

Down Olivia went again, her legs disappearing into the witch's mouth, and continuing up to her chest as Deziree's lips closed, pulling her in, before opening to get another grip.  While she was still fighting, it seemed as though Olivia knew this was the end.  Her screaming and yelling had stopped as Deziree's tongue coiled around her neck, choking her and pulling her the last little bit in until only Olivia's face was visible, trapped between her plump lips.  

This was it.  I wasn't sure if Deziree was capable of swallowing her whole, but it seemed she was about to try.  This. . . This was one of those deaths that has crossed every humans or slayers mind.  It was widely known that giants didn't eat humans. I'm sure maybe some had tried it, but I had never seen it or even heard of it.  That didn't stop a person from thinking about it, just by way of existing with individuals large enough to make it a reality.

I saw Deziree's throat muscles relax, and prepare for the final gulp. . . . 







Suddenly the largest thunder crack I had ever heard struck just outside the cabin.  It knocked dishes and candles off the shelves and crashing to the floor and   If I didn't see the complete panic on Deziree's face, I would have assumed that swallowing somebody whole was the greatest pleasure a person could achieve in this world.  She was apparently so disturbed that she nearly choked on Olivia, having to rush to pull her from her mouth to avoid suffocating with a spitty slurp and coughing fit.

Deziree just stared at the cabin door with intense focus, as if expecting somebody to walk in at any moment. To highlight the seriousness, she also placed Olivia's slimy body back in the jar, and slid to the edge of her bed.  I also noticed she had a human in each clenched fist now.

Another lightning strike.  Further off this time.  Deziree's eyes got wider, as if she had seen something outside the window in the light provided from the strike.  It was enough to send her into full panic now, and she began to chant something under her breath, clutching the humans tightly to her chest. Impossibly, the room got even more warped as magic. . . . A similar magic to what Monty used, began to flow around Deziree.

It really wasn't hard to believe my eyes at this point, considering all I'd seen, which is good. . . . . Because. . . . 

Deziree began to grow. 

Her limbs slowly expanded outward, of course with moans of pleasure as she seemed to be draining the humans of life force. Her eyes were closed as her body stayed in the same boner producing proportions, but she stretched from what I would guess was 5 ft 3 or 5 ft 4, up to 8. . 9. . . . .15. . .

Finally she came to a stop at a (relatively massive to us) 20 feet tall, knocking the jar off the bed, sending it crashing and shattering to the floor.  She tossed the mush that used to be the humans, off to the side and opened her eyes.  Apparently the fall was enough for both of us, because Olivia didn't rush to peel herself off the wood floor either.

Our "newly found freedom" didn't matter for even a moment though, as who or whatever Deziree had just grown herself for, kicked the cabin door off the hinges, smashing it into the countertop on the left and breaking even more dishes and candles.

Deziree wasted no time with words, kicking the entire, heavy table across the room.  It smashed through the wall of the cabin in a symphony of cracking wood and more glass, leaving a gaping hole in the wall that exposed everything to the storm raging outside.  My hazed mind struggled to even cope with seeing someone as massive as Deziree was to us now.  It was made worse as she stood, her height too much for the ceiling as she pushed her way through, completely shoving the roof off of the place like the lid on the box.

Rain poured in as the giantess stepped forward and it honestly felt like reality itself was being crumpled under her footfalls.  Despite not being under her steps, we were both pressed into the floor by the raw energy coming off of her now.  I guess this was her true form? 

*Another step and she was at the front wall.  She easily stepped through it, collapsing it outward as she appeared to be looking for her target, the rain soaking her naked body but not seeming to obstruct her view.  It took only a second to find the assailant as the massive oak table came hurdling out of the dark straight for her head.  She managed to dodge it barely, as it grazed her and it knocked her off balance.  

"Shit!" She shouted as she caught herself, scanning the trees for the attacker. 

This was a problem.  Whoever this was. . . . She couldn't sense them.  That should have been an impossibility.  Another step forward in the direction the table came from, smashed the cabin steps into splinters as the giantess began to cautiously stalk her prey.  There was no sign of them, but she had seen their silhouette in the cabin door.  She used all the clues to piece together her enemy.

Obviously, they were well versed in the ways of the enlightened ones.  The fact that she couldn't feel their presence in the void was proof of that.  As well, they were incredibly strong, being able to throw the entire heavy wooden table at her.  Not possible for a human or a plain enlightened one. So this had to be a slayer, but from what she had seen of them, they couldn't have been an inch over 6 feet tall.  So they were either fairly young, or a half breed of some kind.  Not that it mattered.  She was the queen of this realm and as such, had a very big bag of tricks up her sleeve.  She just needed to locate them.

Lucky for her, she wasn't made to wait.


As she walked out from the cabin and into the clearing around it, the slayer jumped from a tree branch near her head, blade drawn and ready to attack.  It was an alright plan, but he didn't count on her reflexes being so fast and before he had time to bail on it, she had a thick fist full of his cloak.  Using his own momentum against him, he was thrown brutally to the muddy ground, flat on his back, knocking the wind out of him.

A second later, a big bare foot was lifted high above him, and smashed down on his chest with realm warping force.  His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he  spit up a mouthful of blood and if that wasn't enough, the mud beneath him seemed to come alive, slowly pulling him down as rain poured into his eyes.  It looked like it might be a quick and easy fight, but the slayer remained calm, pulling a small dagger out to stab her foot, but she saw him and promptly lifted it out of the way.

Instead she gave him a kick in the stomach that sent him flying through the trees until he inevitably clipped one, causing him to spin around and land in a heap in the mud.  Deziree closed the distance, continuing to stock him, the thunder of her steps blending with the thunder in the sky.

Fortunately for him, he was able to keep his wits about him, and get to his feet quick enough to disappear behind the trees by the time she got to him.  She gazed through the rain, searching for any sign of him, but he was gone.  

As the sounds of her footsteps got further away, the massive pressure that had pinned us to the floor let up, and we could finally stand.  

"We need to get out of here!" I shouted to Olivia, who was visibly shaken, after almost losing her life in the most intimate of ways.  She only nodded her agreement and we began to run through the newly formed field of broken glass, wood splinters and rain water. 

In the distance, we could hear the clashing between the two enemies. Trees being broken, and thunder claps.  We made it to the wall where the door used to be, and looked out through the hole into the darkness.

It appeared the slayer was a fairly even match for Deziree.  I'm not sure if that is even a compliment considering she was only 20 feet tall, but he was holding his own anyway, considering how wild the fighting was, even by slayer standards.  The forest seemed to be alive, the trees stretching out to grab the slayer as he jumped through them avoiding chaotic slaps and swipes from Deziree.  It was pretty obvious that she wasn't really used to being that size.  One tree managed to snag his ankle just as he jumped, tripping him up and sending him plunging 30 feet down to the ground.  He landed with a roll that helped him regain his balance.

Deziree was on top of him immediately, but wild swings of his sword managed to keep her at bay, not wanting to get her fingers cut off, though I'm not sure why he didn't just use a prayer and be done with it.  He fought her off briefly, before the mud beneath him began to sink out of nowhere, yet again.  He had no choice  but to scramble out, but now the roots of the nearby trees reached for him as well, tangling his legs.  Only his strength kept him from being completely wrapped up but it slowed him down enough for Deziree to catch him.

He let out a grunt as she stepped onto his arm, pinning his sword down, opening up to punishment as she knelt over him and began to slap and pummel him.  He tried to use his free hand for defense but he was outmatched and overwhelmed, his head getting battered this way and that by fists as big as it was. 

He held out as long as he could, but one heavy, precise, straight right that bounced his head off the ground, put him to sleep.  Deziree rose from the ground and kicked his sword aside.  She grabbed a big fistful of his cloak, letting him drag and bounce behind her as she trudged back toward her demolished cabin.  

"Shit!  She's coming!  We need to go!" I said to Olivia, as I was just about to run, but she caught me by the arm.  

"It's no use Ant. . . ." She said, her voice deflated.  "She obviously knows exactly where we are at all times. This place . . .it's not our realm.  That slayer is our best chance.  Please just do not make her angry!" She pleaded with me. 

I didn't know how to even reply to that, but I also didn't have time, as around us, the cabin began to reassemble itself before our eyes.  By the time the immense footsteps got to the front door, it was as if nothing had happened, except for the soaked floor. 

We hid under the counter as Deziree opened the door and walked in, now back at her normal height.  She effortlessly tossed the man onto the table with a heavy thud. She took a moment to wring the water out of her hair, before she traced a finger over the man's unconscious face, then began to pop the buttons on his cloak with a finger and stripping him down to bare chest, which was covered in tattoos the same as hers.

We could do nothing but watch as she seemed to study his body, reading the ink like a fascinating book, tracing over the symbols and art with her slender fingers.  With great agility, she climbed up on the table and straddled the unconscious man.  Suddenly, she held her hand up, and an old, beat up leather book flew from the shelf and into her waiting hand.  She placed it on the his chest and began to flip through pages, looking back and forth between them and his body. . . . 


Deziree was so focused that she didn't seem to see the man's finger twitch.  Olivia looked to me to confirm if I had seen it.  We looked on as the man either WAS still unconscious or pretending to be.  Whatever he was doing, he should probably start to hurry it up, as Deziree seemed to have made sense of his markings and was rushing back through the pages to find something else now.

Apparently it wasn't in that book, because she reached out and grabbed another from the shelf.  Still distracted, she didn't see the man's hand fully outstretched now. . . . 

"What is he doing?" Olivia asked, leaning over to me.

"It looks as though he is calling something, just like the woman did with the books." I said, silently hoping it was something actually useful.  

Whatever he was doing, it was too late as Deziree found the page she was looking for, tapping it with her finger. She put her hands on his bare chest, digging in slightly with her long nails, and began to recite from the book. Both of their tattoos began to glow white, and the slayer immediately gave up the act, opening his eyes and screaming in pain.  

A second later, something crashed into the front door, and all of us looked to see the blade of his sword poking through the thick wooden door.  This did nothing to detour Deziree, who continued the spell, appearing to drain the man of energy as she struggled to pin him down.  Seeing that his sword was stuck outside, he made a different choice, and attempted to flip Deziree off of him.

While he did succeed, tossing her off to the side where she hit the wall and landed on her bed, he barely had any strength behind it. He weakly rolled off of the table, collapsing on the floor as he struggled for air.  Painfully slow, he made his way to the door.  Behind him, Deziree barely seemed to feel getting slammed into the wall.  She only watched him from her bed, intrigued with what he was going to do.  He opened the door, getting hit with a wall of rain as he attempted to pull his sword free. 

He had just about got it free when I felt it.  

Growth.

To my right, Olivia was growing as well and by the time he had it dislodged we were back to full height, towering over both him and Deziree.  He looked at us, a puzzled look on his face as to where we had come from.  

"Who the he-" was all he got out before both mine and Olivia's right arms rose, and our swords flew into our hands on their own, just the way the other Slayer's  had.  

Both of our faces would have shown shock as well. . . . If we had had any control of our bodies. . . . Instead, we were moving to the whims of our formerly towering mistress.  Her eyes were glowing again from her spot on her bed as she focused her power.  A second later we were both jerked into motion, attacking the slayer.  

To my surprise, for a man who was part of a race more violent than any other, his first words to us as we tried to cut his head off were "I don't want to kill you!" And true to his word, he only blocked and dodged our attacked as we backed him out the front door and down the porch as the door slammed closed behind us.  

It was obvious that he could have cut us down multiple times, with us using whatever the witch Deziree considered to be "good swordsmanship" but he continued to hold back.  Finally he got a big enough opening to make a move, using her own momentum against her and tossing Olivia 100 feet away by her arm.   He used the space to dash away from me as well, and he charged back toward the cabin door.  He pulled it open and went to run inside but as soon as he crossed the threshold, he came flying back out and crashing to the ground, only a barefoot protruding out from the frame.  

Deziree stepped out, eyes glowing even brighter than before.  She cleared the doorway at normal height, but as she stepped of the porch and continued walking, she sized up even more than before, cresting 20 feet and pushing to 25 feet tall.  As soon as the slayer stood, both myself and Deziree were all over him, Deziree trying to stomp him out, while I was forced to cross swords with him while also worrying about a misplaced step crushing me.  

I wasn't entirely sure I even had my normal strength and durability or just my height, but it seemed that we were in perfect harmony because I was never where Deziree was attacking.  Finally our double onslaught got through and I landed a kick to his chest that confirmed I had my full strength as he flew back and cracked a massive tree in half. 

The man was slow to get up and payed for it as Olivia delivered a savage downward punch to his face that smashed his head into the mud. Now Deziree got in on it, scooping him from the mud by his throat, which her big hand completely encircled. She held him in front of her, her big fist loaded and ready to knock his head off his shoulders as she delivered a punch that sent a mist of blood spraying off of him and causing him to swing loosely by his neck.  In his defense, he took it like a champ, and he raised his sword to stab her hand but another quick jab snapped his head back and stopped him in his tracks, causing his sword to fall to the ground and stick in.

He was clearly one punch away from being knocked out again, but still he struggled, trying to pry her large fingers off of him with his tiny hands, but to no avail.  What it did earn him was a brutal slam to the ground, landing awkwardly on his shoulder putting him down for the count.  He lay unmoving as Deziree moved us closer to him, making us stand over him as Deziree paced back and forth, stalking him like a predator in the wild.

The rain continued to fall harder than it seemed possible if this was the regular human realm, as we all just stood there, myself and Olivia unable to move an Deziree just drinking in the moment. Finally she stopped and closed the distance between us, rudely brushing us aside with her size, and hulking over the slayer.  He was still out, rain and mud puddling around him now.  

Deziree kicked him over onto his back with a toe, before dwarfing him as she straddled his legs.  Again her hands covered his chest, only this time completely.  Both of their bodies glowed, and she began to drain him of his power again.  Hid screams  and moans were blended with Deziree's as more power and life force were drained from him.  His eyes were open but it didn't quite seem like he was awake.

Regardless, his body bucked and spasmed beneath her, as the glow got brighter for a time before beginning to dim.  Her massive body kept him pinned flat in the mud, and his struggles became less and less as we stood by, naked and helpless to assist him as the giant witch drained him of the last little bit of magical energy as at last, his glow went out entirely and he went limp.

Panting from exertion and pleasure, Deziree took her hands from his chest, and stood up, the glow from the transfer of magic steadily fading from her as well.  She towered over the man, looking him over with satisfaction, his bruised and beaten body unmoving and filthy between her feet.  She lifted her right foot, hanging it above his face and I thought she might just stomp him out, but instead she used it to move his head back and forth, flopping it limply from side to side before putting her foot back on the ground.

"What an interesting day this turned out to be!" She exclaimed, still staring down at him.  "This little one. . . . . Half enlightened one and half. . . . Maybe a slayer?  The weakest one I've ever seen if he is though.  Couldn't even use pra-

Deziree's monologue was cut short as the corpse of the man sat bolt upright with an outstretched hand, reaching for Deziree's throat.  A second later she was coughing up blood as his sword punctured the back of her neck as it tried to get to his hand, punching through and sticking out at least 3 feet.

She tried to scream but was drowning in  her own blood, as she panicked and stumbled around the trees, tearing down low hanging limbs and scratching herself until finally she slipped in the mud and stayed down.  As soon as she did, her control over us was released and we both collapsed on the ground as well. The other slayer had fallen back down as well and the three of us just lay in the rain and muck for what might have been an hour. 

Finally Olivia found the strength to stand, and carefully hoisted me to my feet by my non broken arm. We trudged over to where the other slayer was laying. Olivia grabbed him, tossing him over her shoulder as we walked backed to the cabin. Some time later,  we were both dry, warm, clothed, but still stranded. The slayer was still unconscious, as Olivia gently cleaned him up, washing the mud from him.  It seemed like he might be our only ticket out of here, so I guess the better shape he is in. . . . 

"Just wake him up!  We can't sit here forever!" I said finally, growing restless as Olivia worked on setting the man's pounded ribs.  She precisely pushed in the last one, and the man let out a gasp like he had just come up from being underwater. 

"Ok, you're awake! Now get us back to our realm!" I said hastily as soon as his eyes opened.

"Leave him alone, Ant!  He just woke up!  By the gods, you can be such a little brat sometimes!" Olivia intervened, stepping away from the man, but between him and myself.

"Your partner is right!" The man said, sitting up and buttoning up his shirt. "The portal won't stay open forever and if we miss our chance, there is no telling how long we will be stuck here."

He stood up gingerly, and began to limp towards the door.  I followed suit, but Olivia stood, arms folded and upset looking.

"You heard the man!  Let's go!" I shouted to her, as we stepped out into the rain.  She responded something in an angry tone but we were too far away to catch it  as we began to walk out through the trees.  A moment later, the door slammed shut as she followed us out.

"What are you looking for?" I asked the man as he seemed to wander aimlessly around the woods, stopping and staring every few steps.

"Please stop talking. . . " he replied plainly, keeping on. 

"I'm sorry to bother you. . . . It's just that we aren't trying to spend the entire night out in the rain!" Olivia butted in, trying to be more polite than I.

"Please. . . . Stop. . . Talking." He repeated, even more obnoxiously than before.   

"Look you little shit! We-" 

"There!" The man shouted, breaking into a sprint towards what appeared to be nothing.

We bolted after him, staying as close as possible to him, still pretty confused. All was soon explained as the man raised his sword, lightning striking it and making his body glow. He brought the sword down in a vertical slash that somehow cut the air and opened up a portal. He jumped through, with us right behind him as the portal closed immediately after.

Everything went black for a brief moment, followed by the sensation of falling.