This choice: Something else also has designs on the tiny humans • Go Back...Chapter #6Neglectful overlord by: 12344   Kayva was in the highest of spirits as her band of settlers marched through the woods back to her encampment. The journey took almost the entire day, as the humans couldn't hope to match the elf's speed and the elderly among them only made things worse. But, being an elf of her word, Kayva did not send the slowest to her belly. By the time the group made it to her camp, night had curled its fist tightly around the world. Frustrated after a long day of not a whole lot to do, Kayva wanted to get to work on ruling right away. Unfortunately, her humans couldn't see as well as she could at night and required far more sleep than the magical being did. With great reluctance, she swept clear a small patch of ground for the villagers to sleep on. She also released the six hunters trapped in the caves, and almost felt warmed as her snacks greeted their loved ones with tears of joy. With her form practically glowing with happiness, Kayva hastily uprooted some trees to construct a makeshift wall. It was ugly, but it was tall. Gently pacing over to the walls of the cliffs, she lowered herself to the forest's floor. She sighed contentedly as her body came into contact with the soft, tingly earth. This was perfection. Quietly she nodded off, contemplating the size her empire would grow to and the multitudes it would ensnare. As a final bonus, a small band tried to sneak off towards morning's first light. Kayva heard them quite easily trying to scale the leafy branches of her walls, and made the most of her hunt. When she returned, the sadistic elf kept the terrified villagers from sleep with the escapees' tortured screams and her own giggles of pleasure.
But that was the last fun Kayva had for weeks. No one else tried running, so she had to hunt animals for food. Half the time her slaves seemed incapable of doing anything with a sliver of proficiency. They barely managed to construct a real wall to pen themselves in, even with her doing most of the heavy lifting. Their own accommodations went up well enough, so she didn't have to worry about one of them falling sick and killing the rest. When it came to constructing things like furniture to her size, they suddenly lost all competence. Even after eating two foremen and splattering another across her entire body, not even a wooden throne existed to show Kayva's dominion over this rabble. When her frustration and bloodlust teamed up, it was almost enough to overcome her desire for rule. She needed to kill in larger numbers than would be tolerated by her slaves. But since she had subjugated the only village for miles, that would be difficult. Kayva almost decided to call the whole thing off and fill herself with men, but a better idea popped into her head. She knew the humans as selfish and ruthless beings. If nothing else, they'd help her to save themselves. As the sound of tools resonated through the growing clearing under the noonday sun, the giantess overlord called the people together.
Although they were awful at constructing a throne, a large central meeting area was well within their reach. Kayva loomed over the crowd beneath her, toes almost brushing the front rows and her shadow obscuring the sun for many of the people. She glared down menacingly for a moment before beginning.
"As many may have guessed, your goddess isn't very pleased with your work. Despite the mercy showed you, even the most rudimentary tasks are beyond you. And I am not a patient elf. If a problem persists for too long, I crush it." Kayva punctuated this last point by planting her foot on one of the wooden shanties. It exploded in a cloud of wood splinters and dust. The villagers looked worried.
"You are a problem. But I don't want to throw away my hard work, however much fun it would be to...shove handful after handful of your writhing bodies in my mouth...feel you pop under me...crunch you to pulp...or make you beg for death while performing more sensitive tasks," she purred, her eyes gleaming maliciously. She used her dreamweaving to send each person gathered below a suggestion of their death at her hands. They seemed on the verge of panic.
"WAIT!" A mite squeaked from within the crowd. She whipped her head towards the speaker, her lips spreading to reveal shining-white teeth.
"You have a suggestion? I hope not, because you'd fit perfectly between-" Kayva began, but the man fought on through whatever nightmare she'd planted in his head.
"A merchant came to our village every new moon. He brought some supplies we couldn't get ourselves. He usually has a group of twenty or so with him..." The man continued, voice quivering under her gaze. Her grin grew wider.
"I guess you have a solution! Congratulations, you get more time to work on your image for me. Thank this young..."
"Oleg"
"Oleg, for your lives." She plucked Oleg from the ground, and brought him to eye level. He screamed in terror. "Stop your tears, I'm not going to eat you. Yet. I need someone who knows where this morsel is. And you're the only one." Kayva pulled on the black roping around her arm, and slipped the tiny man under it. He struggled for breath as she practically sprinted through he forest. But even at her speed, she moved with the noise of a ghost. The loudest sound was oleg's struggled breathing.
"Those hurt, don't they?" The elf commented. She didn't much care for his response. "They hurt as much as the sticks they jabbed me with when they caught me. Although I don't think it hurt as much as getting torn limb from limb by an angry elf. And it definitely didn't hurt as much as being chewed and swallowed. That hunter's screams were proof enough for me. In fact, I think it was his pain as much as his flavor that gave me a taste for meat. Elves don't eat meat. But my kind isn't like me either. And they taste just as good as you do. Just a little bonier," Kayva monologued. Oleg seemed duly terrified, but mesmerized at the same time. She laughed to herself. If she really wanted, she could have conquered the village with her breasts instead of her strength. Human or elf, it was all they ever noticed anyway.
The moonlight played over the ruins of her conquered village. She loosened the net just enough for Oleg to talk. He wheezed for a moment. Then weakly gestured up a dirt trail leading west. Just before she tightened the rope again, he coughed "Wait!" She raised an eyebrow, her eyes chunks of ice impaling the tiny man strapped to her body.
"I can help you. I can make you normal." The elf's eyes narrowed.
"How did you know about me?" She asked, her voice a low whisper and far more menacing than her threats earlier.
"Your dreams. When you sent them, another skilled with magic might go back inside your head as they come out. But I'm an alchemist I could-" Kayva angrily jabbed a fingertip into his chest, driving the air from his lungs.
"Do you think I don't like this? This power, this terrifying presence, the slaughter? I wouldn't give this for the world. A pathetic being like yourself might think I wanted to "fit in". No, no. I want to rule. I want people to run at my name. I want to kill, to crush, to devour, to destroy," Kayva nearly panted. She would have fun with that merchant. But first, she untied the struggling alchemist. She let him fall to he ground, but only from a height that would maim him. He screamed in pain. Her eyes glowed like fires as he looked up at her towering form. One massive foot raised itself above him.
"No, that wouldn't be enough for you. You like going into my head? Well here it is!" Kayva lowered her foot and felt for Oleg's fragile consciousness. She forced herself into it. A being of her power against a mere human, it was no contest. It was like a rowboat being smashed by a levithan. Oleg made a sound she'd never heard from a human before, convulsed, and subsided into insane gibbering. The elf smiled, and stalked off. His mind shattered and body ruined, the wolves would do for him. She had a convoy to meet.
It wasn't more than a few minutes jog from the town. It was close to thirty people, clustered around five wagons. Kayva was too excited for subtlety, she charged straight into the group. At her speed, no one had a chance. One moment the night was quiet, the next the guards at the front were smears beneath her. She fell to her knees and let her momentum carry her forward. Her thighs buried the troops at the front, and her gash consumed the first wagon, turning horses to glue and making kindling of the vehicle. Any passengers barely had a chance to scream before they were crushed against her. Laughing in joy, she toppled forward. Two more were crushed by her stomach and breasts, and panic burst among the remaining travellers. One brave soul tried to stick her in the side with a spear. She looked at the pinprick, and wrapped her fingers around the man. She gripped too tightly for him to scream as she sent him to her mouth, and down to the abyss of her stomach. Many tiny shapes scurried around her, trying to help those trapped under her or making a break for the treeline. Her reaching fingers found all of them, and her gaping maw greeted them. Some were instantly ground to mush, while others had the pleasure of dissolving slowly while chunks of their comrades rained down on them.
Kayva lifted herself from the wreckage dripping blood, gore, and the products of her excitement. Her tummy throbbed happily with the struggles of the tiny mortals. Two wagons remained, and she could hear at least a few more humans cowering nearby. The horses struggled to flee, but they were bound tightly to the wagons, and didn't pull with enough unity to move. Her feet savor end their treats, teasing them before ruthlessly smashing them. No human lasted the night, the rest becoming victims of her passion. Her womanhood swallowed as many as her mouth, and remembering earlier pleasures even sent a few up her rear as a finishing touch. Kayva had never known such ecstasy.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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