A Friendly Bout by clearlyaruse

Asmoda had heard through cosmic whispers of a world ablaze in cataclysmic conflict, where everything from the lowliest wretches to the mightiest dragons were called to arms, where demons, angels, spirits, and mortals in their tens of thousands met in pitched combat to accomplish the goals of those gods that led them. A place such as this would almost certainly prove an adequate ground for the redheaded demoness to prove her mettle and sharpen her skills or go down fighting.

In such a worse case, it could serve as a day’s stress relief.

Yet, by the time she had managed to shift through the fabric of realms to find this place the fighting had long since been over… By several decades, apparently.

One victor had fought to the top of the pile, leading her coalition to a final victory over all that stood before them; Sieglinde, the Goddess of Order. And the victory that followed saw a peace brought to the war-torn land maintained through tight diplomatic relations, or the point of a blade, depending on who she asked.

Not that she cared to learn much for the specifics, for the reality of this world she found herself in was one with precious little fighting anymore. Not in any meaningful way that’d help her improve. Asmoda had tried to peddle herself as a sellsword for the better part of a month, hoping that perhaps there’d be something for her goal still to be had. Yet this only landed her in minor, at best, skirmishes against scattered bands of brigands that were put to the sword through overwhelming force.

A contract that would see her pitted against an old siege construct gone out of control led only to further boring disappointment when they hadn’t even had to engage with the thing. A simple long-range shot from a magically charged ballistae saw it blasted in half. 

The post-war rebuilding had simply brought in too solid a peace for anything “exciting” to happen. Objectively a good thing, probably, but a marked disappointment to the Sister of Wrath.

All of this had resulted in Asmoda simply deciding to leave, cutting her wasted time now before it got any worse.

… And yet, here Asmoda was instead. Following two strange women deep into the forest after one had asked if she had wanted to spar. It was sketchy, to be certain. If it was to be some kind of trap it’d almost be too blatant in its intention. Her hand clutched the wooden sword within it tighter, her other hand shifting to her shoulder to re-adjust the plate pauldron into something approaching comfortable. 

Her choice of armor struggled to contain her generous assets and, frankly, it was a pain in the ass to wear. But it served its purpose to help mask her true nature as a succubus and doubled to bring her down to the local level if she wanted to try and fight on equal footing with a world’s population without falling back on her powers…

Although she had trouble determining if the disguise had even been necessary in the first place as she felt her tail nudge around uncomfortably against her leg. Her heavy horns were still on proud display for all to see, but no one had seen fit to give much a care at all about them, the denizens of this world were as varied as they were numerous causing no small amount of uncertainty if no one had noticed or if no one cared.

She sighed. And this was all just as she was getting used to modern conveniences too…

Her gaze drifted to the two women in front of her, she had maintained a healthy distance about a dozen feet behind them. Following along but keeping her attention both on them and on the oak forest around them. The one on the right, who had challenged her, likewise carried another wooden sword with her and didn’t seem to be armed with anything else.

… In hindsight, she wasn’t sure where she’d even produced these from.

But both women had been nothing but strange from the start. Both were fair of complexion, both bore snow white hair though differentiated greatly in length; her challenger’s hair matching Asmoda’s in length as it ran far down her back whilst the other’s was a much cleaner cut just above her ears. Both shared the same blue eyes, both stood roughly a foot shorter than her, and both wore the same plain cloak over otherwise normal clothes… Family? Siblings? She wasn’t sure. They carried themselves like nobility but dressed and acted like commoners… Highly educated commoners, yet still not exactly nobles.

One of them did, anyway. The other was as timid as a mouse the whole time.

The rightmost woman had introduced herself to her as Luna, having approached Asmoda as though she’d always known her. Striking up a conversation like it was simply the most natural thing in the world, where one thing had led to another and now she was leading her to who knows where.

As for the leftmost, she was…

Wait…

“What did you say your name was again?” She called to the pair, stopping in place as they likewise did. 

Luna turned around first, looking back at Asmoda before realizing she was looking at her companion. Giving the other woman a gentle nudge prompting her to slowly turn back as well, sighing, she spoke up in a quiet, shaky voice that the demon would probably struggle to hear were it not for her heightened senses, “I’m… Soleil. My apologies for not speaking sooner…”

Stepping in, Luna spoke up for her, “I hope it’s no problem if she comes and watches. I promise you she won’t be involved,” Her voice was likewise gentle, yet carried with it far more confidence.

Asmoda shook her head, “No, I guess that’s fine,” This Soleil had seemed more likely to quiver in a corner than stab her in the back anyway, seemingly having had made a point of keeping Luna between her and Asmoda this whole time and speaking just as little all the while.

“How much longer are we walking for, anyway?” She instead asked, an edge of annoyance creeping into her voice which gained an apologetic smile from Luna

“Not much further now. I’m sorry, I forgot how far this walk was,” At least by her tone she seemed genuine enough.

“Fine, let’s get going then,” Asmoda huffed, picking up her pace again. If nothing else, the walk thus far had been calm. A picturesque scene untouched by man or machine, maybe one of these days she should bring-

“Ah, we’re here.”

Luna’s voice slashed through her thoughts, causing Asmoda to glance away from the surrounding trees and refocus back on the two standing at a clearing. Luna glanced back to smile at her again, beckoning her forward before she stepped closer to whatever they were traveling to. Jogging forward to join them, Asmoda paused when she saw it for herself.

“A church?”

Before her spanned a small circular locale bereft of trees, a brief pause in the practical sea of green the forest had been thus far where situated in its center lay the broken remains of what she presumed used to be a church… Or maybe a chapel, given its size. Regardless, there was little left of whatever it used to be. Merely the overgrown remains of what used to be four outer stone walls, anything else having long since been returned to nature.

Luna and Soleil chatted happily amongst themselves, standing just at the base of the structure as Asmoda made her way over to join them. Soleil carefully sat herself down on a relatively clear section of stone bricks while Luna turned to face their guest.

“I always make a point to come here when I’m around,” She informed Asmoda, the redhead looking over the abandoned structure though she seemed decidedly unimpressed, “Not many people come out here anymore, it’s quite peaceful.”

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, Asmoda looked around them. There wasn’t anything else notable around here, nor did there seem to be any lingering magic or other properties of note…

“So no one will interrupt us then?”

Chuckling softly, Luna nodded, “I don’t think so, no,” The woman began to shrug off her cloak, folding it gently together before passing it over to Soleil. Glancing back at Asmoda she gestured vaguely towards her with her sword, “Shall we begin? I know we’ve kept you waiting long enough as it is.”

Asmoda frowned upon hearing Luna “think” that no one would stumble across them, that “not many” people come out here… She guessed it would just have to be a problem to be solved if it cropped up. Regardless, she backed up to what seemed as good a place as any for their match, nodding towards Luna, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Luna followed suit, positioning herself a fair distance away from Asmoda. She still wasn’t sure what to make of her smaller opponent, Luna clearly wasn’t a fighter with how she carried herself. Nor did she seem to be taking this seriously in her stance; a far more relaxed posture than one would expect of someone about to engage in what was presumably a serious round of mock combat. With her blade held in one hand, it seemed to sway gently in her grip, its point tracing the ground in front of her right boot…

“I’m ready when you are,” Her voice broke through her thoughts again. Bowing slightly, Luna continued, “May this be a good fight.”

“...Right.”

Returning the gesture half-heartedly, Asmoda gripped her blade tight with both hands. Holding the weapon before her defensively, the pair began to slowly circle around the other; each one seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move.

Yet again she found herself lost on what Luna’s aim was. Had this been some kind of a trap then surely it'd have been sprung by now. Was this some kind of game? Was she messing with her? If this was a joke then it’d certainly have gone on too long, hasn’t it?

A sidelong glance at Soleil confirmed she wasn’t doing anything underhanded, simply watching the pair with no small amount of nervousness plastered across her face.

How the hell did she get talked into this?

No matter.

Striding several paces forward she rapidly closed the distance between them with an unnatural rapidity beyond that of most mortals, choosing to bank on overwhelming speed and strength to simply pummel her opposition into submission and end this charade.

Her enemy paused, tracked her movements, expression unreadable, and when Asmoda plunged her blade forward with a speed and precision to put most royal knights to shame…

It was parried to the side with an equally graceful block.

Momentarily surprised, but undeterred, Asmoda recovered and swung again. This time it went wide as Luna backstepped, flicking her blade into the demon’s to prevent her attempt at a follow-up lunge.

With some amount of distance now re-established between them, Asmoda went back on the offensive. Pressing forward she continued her onslaught, unleashing a flurry of well-practiced blows in an effort to overwhelm Luna but each one was either parried aside, or dodged with relative ease.

Several more rounds of this brought Asmoda to her own pause, a look of frustration clear across her face upon a realization striking her.

Luna hadn’t actually swung back yet.

Gritting her teeth, she pointed an accusatory finger at Luna, “You’re not taking this seriously, are you?” Her low growl not even trying to hide her feelings. 

Tilting her head, a gesture that only served to infuriate Asmoda further, Luna seemed confused for a moment, “Am I not? This is a training session, correct?”

“Well, I admit I’m not the greatest at the blade… My experience far favors the mace,” She continued, a statement that baffled Asmoda for a moment as the thought of this demure woman caving someone’s skull in with a mace danced through her mind. Though it was just as quickly brushed aside.

“What do you mean-?! You haven't even swung at me!”

This seemed to give Luna genuine pause, glancing down, she held a finger to her lower lip in thought before looking up again and nodding, “Very well, I shall give it my all.”

Bowing, her tone didn’t carry the same playfulness it had earlier, “My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Deflating, Asmoda took a deep breath before shaking her head, “It’s… Fine. Whatever. As long as we’re on the same page now.”

Straightening back out, Luna nodded in agreement, “Let’s get back to it then,” Quickly, she threw off the casual stance of before. Instead, a much more critical look overtook her features, blue eyes darting up and down Asmoda’s frame as her stance shifted into a lower one. Blade now gripped in both hands, held just level to her head.

It stunned her for a moment, but confirmed her suspicion that something was off about this whole thing.

But now everything was laid out… Hopefully.

Smirking, she returned to her own stance. A pause lingered in the air before Asmoda surged forth once more, striking out at Luna’s torso in a savage strike that-

Was deflected as before-

And now this time she could feel a wooden edge tapping gently against her temple.

A lethal strike. A loss.

Blinking, she slowly looked to the side. Staring face to face with Luna as the woman withdrew a few paces, exhaling as she took a moment to collect herself before smiling at Asmoda again.

“Again?”

The Sister of Wrath could feel her latent power beginning to slowly simmer within her, body already nudging upward a barely perceptible few inches; but a series of deep breaths saw her able to calm it from doing anything more.

… It didn’t help that she could feel her armor dig further into her skin.

But this whole journey was to prevent having to solely rely on it to achieve victory. To improve herself without having to use it as a crutch.

Straightening out her breathing, she nodded.

“Good hit.”

Taking her own steps back, the two took their stances again. The slow circling repeated itself as both looked for a gap in the other’s defense. With now the clear knowledge that Luna was far more capable than she seemed, Asmoda found herself needing to formulate a more thought out plan than before.

Yet this time it would be Luna who struck first, clashing her blade against Asmoda’s as both women struggled to get the upper hand on the other. A game of power that saw the taller woman getting the upper hand as she drove Luna back, forcing her to quickly grip one hand around the blade for any leverage she could find.

A move that’d prove Asmoda’s undoing as Luna stepped to the side, rotating her sword around her opponent’s and allowing its momentum to throw the demon off balance. And now the tip was pointed squarely at Asmoda’s face.

Another loss.

And with it, the simmering returned just a bit stronger than before with another several inches of height pushing the demon well over the seven foot mark… Now noticeably taller than the two women before her. But just as before she was able to calm herself enough to prevent it from getting out of control, even if she had to painfully adjust her armor in several places.

She could tell Luna had noticed as well, her opponent was blatantly staring at the individual metal plates barely clutching onto her. Though she seemed to say nothing about this, nor did seemed bothered by it.

“Again,” Asmoda demanded, looking more determined now than before. A sidelong glance at Soleil saw her cutting short the woman’s silent cheer, instead causing her to awkwardly shuffle to a pause.

Luna stood silently for a moment but eventually nodded, “If you’re certain… You’re far stronger than you look.”

“I could say the same to you,” She muttered back. As the two split again, she was certain she’d finally figured her out. If she could just avoid any stupid mistakes…

Asmoda charged, bringing her sword against Luna in a savage blow that forced her to try and parry it. An act that nearly took her off her feet as she stumbled backwards several paces. Allowing no respite, Asmoda followed it up with another strike that forced an awkward, fumbling, dodge that brought Luna down to her knees.

This was it, one more attack like that and she’d show her what for-

A desperate blow, thrown out with the knowledge of it being do or die, saw Luna grasp the edge of her sword and swing it hilt-first at Asmoda… A brutal murder-stroke that smashed into the side of her face.

It was sudden and shocking enough to take her clear off her feet, sending her careening into the ground as a ringing filled her ears. Unable to comprehend the world around her as foliage swirled together in a haze of green.

Another loss, and a painful one at that.

She could vaguely hear a shocked gasp and someone scramble beside her, a slew of words blurring together in what seemed like an apology before a soothing sensation overtook her body… Magic? Of course she knew magic.

At least it felt like magic, something old, powerful, warm, and…

But that bubbling feeling soon boiled over, as loss after loss by some utter stranger finally reached a breaking point. In her indignity she allowed it to take over, a familiar sensation of power overtaking her body as she felt it surge outward in all directions; granting her the strength and size to truly overpower this struggle…

For Luna, she stepped backward upon watching Asmoda’s body expand and grow. Having already had her suspicions that the redhead was something more than she was letting on, this only really served to confirm this as she watched in fascination as her opponent grew sharply.

Immediately did the armor she wore buckle and break, already struggling to hold on though it was, it didn’t take long for plate and chain to shatter into tiny pieces; launching itself outward in all directions and prompting Luna to cover her face.

Next came the padding underneath it, managing to hold on far longer it too eventually tore and fell around her prone form in scattered heaps. Freeing the demon’s heart-shaped tail in the process as it lashed outward in all directions, basking in its new freedom.

All-in-all, Asmoda was now three times Luna’s height as the giant slowly brought herself to her feet. Grumbling to herself in annoyance before looking around, finally locking eyes on Luna as a smug smile crossed her face.

“Again?”

… She then noticed Luna averting her gaze and chuckling, “Of course… But perhaps we’d best return you to modesty.”

Wait…

Was it always this breezy?

Looking down at herself, she realized what had happened.

“FUCK-”

Growling, she snapped her fingers, and immediately a cascade of flames overtook her form before dissipating just as quickly and revealing a full set of clothes underneath. Her typical, and far more comfortable attire, as gone was the armor from before and in its place a far more revealing leotard outfit taking its place. Likewise, her heels and stockings replaced the plate mail greaves from before. Reaching a hand up, she adjusted the spiked collar around her neck. 

Keeping the disguise up didn’t matter anymore. Not at this rate.

Luna spoke first, having already returned her gaze, and likewise the familiar playful grin, “I knew there was something special about you,” Looking the giant up and down, she didn’t seem intimidated at all. Far from it in fact, if anything she seemed to like what she was seeing as her eyes lingered momentarily on Asmoda’s nearly exposed breasts. The V-shape cut in her outfit running upwards from her stomach left very little to the imagination.

“But I suppose that’s besides the point,” A look of concern overtook her as her voice shifted to something more gentle, “Are you ok? I admit, I didn’t mean for that strike to be so… Hard.”

Blinking a few times, Asmoda was surprised at the utter indifference to the circumstances she was greeted with. The fact she also seemed apologetic helped to simmer down the indignant rage from earlier… Yet it was replaced by a feeling of annoyance all the same.

“I’m fine, I’ve had worse,” She waved her off before her tone turned accusatory, “What do you mean ‘you knew’? Who even are you?”

“Me? I’m no one special~” Luna replied with a shit-eating grin, laughing it off much to Asmoda’s chagrin. Sighing to calm herself, she continued with a far more serious tone, “No, I merely saw you and became curious. You do stand out quite a bit,” She finished, gesturing broadly across the giant’s form.

“...Fair enough,” She conceded before shaking her head, “So what, was this what you wanted to see?”

Slowly walking to where she had thrown her wooden sword aside, Luna bent down to pick it up before shrugging, “I suppose that’s my question to you. Shall we continue from here? Or shall we call it a day?”

Once again, Asmoda found herself blinking several times in silence. Who was this woman? Was she insane? It was a brazenness she hadn’t experienced since-

No, she was nothing like that… At least not yet.

“Do you have a death wish?” She asked incredulously, “I could break you like a twig.”

Luna simply laughed again, “I’ve battled my fair share of giants, you know. I think this would be an excellent learning experience for the both of us!”

Frowning, Asmoda shook her head, “You’re certain…?”

Taking a position across from her once more, Luna simply returned to the same casual stance from before. That same soft smile making itself known, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t hold back for my sake.”

“But, if it would make you feel better,” She continued, “Allow me this small boon,” As she finished, she lifted a hand above her head. Opening her palm skyward, a small cloud of nebulous gasses cascaded forth and over her body. Surrounding her in a cloud of smoke that reminded Asmoda of space dust, and once it cleared Luna’s body seemed to shimmer ever so slightly.

“There… Should this barrier hold, you can strike me however you wish.”

Asmoda stood in momentary silence before a grin replaced her frown, “Bold, aren’t you? Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you-”

Yet, a few moments passed before Asmoda made any moves. Here it was again, a repeat of their first round of combat… Sure, she was bigger, and stronger, but Luna was the very perfect essence of composure in the face of an overwhelming foe…

Hell, even Soleil didn’t seem any more nervous than she usually was. A quick glance over to the otherwise silent woman had confirmed that, oddly, she seemed lost in her own mind.

Returning to the task at hand, Asmoda focused back on Luna. Taking several bounding steps towards her, she closed the gap in a matter of moments before launching her foot outward in a devastating kick. Her heel carved a path through the ground as its tip sliced clear through it in the process, launching a spray of dirt and grass into the trees… But no contact against her foe, who proved as slippery as before as she ducked sideways around her heel and darted between Asmoda’s legs. 

“Oh no you don’t-!”

She was in the process of lifting her foot to try and simply smash the annoyance beneath her heel when she felt the familiar tapping of wood against her ankle. Her eyes widening in realization that such a hobbling strike would have certainly brought her down for the count.

Therefore, she lost again.

A shout of anger escaped her, echoing into the surrounding woods a surge of rage overtook her as her body jutted upwards in another spike of growth. Now standing about five times the size of Luna, she looked furiously down at her as she merely sauntered away.

“Again,” She demanded.

But this time Luna shook her head apologetically and placed her sword down besides Soleil, “Sorry… I think we’re reaching the limits of what this training could do for us. To fight someone your size, I’d have to-”

She cut herself off, twisting back around to Asmoda she launched something from her hand. Too quick to react, she caught the orb of magic fly through the air before connecting against her forehead in a puff of harmless smoke.

It was a playful gesture, judging by the smile on Luna’s face, but the implication it carried stung Asmoda. Had it been a real spell with real power behind it, her brain would have painted the greenery behind her…

Another defeat, another surge of growth that she struggled to keep under wraps. Spiking upwards to a mighty twenty feet tall she was almost ready to engage in another round of fighting until a realization hit her.

The dust in front of her… It was of the same magic that Luna’s barrier was, and the same as whatever she used to tend her wounds as well. But now she could properly gauge it, get a feeling for it that her hazy mind could not before…

It was old… Very old. Very powerful. And almost certainly not human.

Shaking her head, Asmoda instead pointed an accusatory finger at Luna, “What are you?”

“What do you mean?” Came the response, though Luna tried to speak further, the giant cut her off.

“No, I don’t buy it. You fight like a woman possessed, you’ve reacted as if this was all just a walk in the park for you… That magic… That stuff’s far too powerful for any mortal to muster.”

“Unless someone gave it to you,” She muttered to herself, considering the possibility but this thought was derailed as Luna laughed softly.

“My, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you could tell. After all, there’s far more to you than you’re letting on, isn’t there?” While her tone carried with it no threat, Asmoda’s eyes still narrowed under the accusations. Luna merely shrugged and continued, “It takes quite the power to travel between worlds, after all.”

Leaning back, Asmoda crossed her arms over her chest, “So that’s why you were so eager to talk to me…”

“I’m sorry for not being more honest with you,” Luna said with an apologetic bow, “Truthfully, I hadn’t expected things to escalate so.”

Straightening back out with a small chuckle, she continued, “Nor did I expect your capabilities to be quite so…” Pausing for a moment, she tried to find the right word, “Grandiose, shall we say?”

Waving off the bow, Asmoda found herself smiling at the choice of word, “Not many people do,” Still, this woman… Woman? Whatever she was, she had clocked on to Asmoda from the moment she laid eyes on her it seemed.

And if she managed, surely someone else here would be able to?

Allowing her arms to fall back to her sides, the amusement on her face shifted back to something more serious, “Well, you know about me. I think it’s time I learned about you.”

Luna simply continued to smile back at her, shifting her gaze down, once more did a finger travel to her lower lip in thought. Soleil, apparently picking up on what she may be thinking, kicked herself off her seated perch and hurried to Luna’s side.

“Mother, are you sure this is a good idea? What if someone sees us…”

Though she spoke at the barest of whispers, the enhanced senses that came with her enlarged form allowed Asmoda to hear them. Raising an eyebrow upon hearing Soleil refer to her as “Mother” but not making her knowledge of this known.

Silence prevailed for several more moments as Luna thought long and hard about what was to come. Until finally she merely shrugged and threw her arms around Soleil in a tight hug, “It’ll be alright, dear.”

She held the embrace for another minute or so before pulling away from her, taking several steps away from Soleil, she looked back up at Asmoda, “Indeed, let there be no more secrets between us.”

The instant she finished her sentence, a blindingly bright light overtook her body, shining with enough intensity to force Asmoda to look away; covering the offensive flare with one hand and jerking her head to the side… Noticing that Soleil didn’t seem fazed about the light as she stared into it, yet looked distressed all the same. All the while the light grew in both size and intensity before it finally broke, a gentle wave of wind blowing over the surrounding area as things returned to normal.

Normal, were it not for what stood in Luna’s place.

Gone was the plain woman from before, for what had replaced her was divine in nature from even a glance. Across her form did intricate patterns of porcelain white material trace up and down the outer sections of her limbs, racing down from her neck, tracing across her torso, and terminating down the length of her legs like something similar to the armored greaves Asmoda wore earlier. The inner portions of her form that lacked this pseudo-armor was instead smooth skin, with the innermost sections maintaining the pure white as it slowly shifted to black the further out one looked.

A closer inspection revealed a pattern within this black akin to a night sky.

Atop her chest sat nestled what seemed to be a glass dome… Another inspection of this showed what seemed to be a small galaxy housed within. Her eyes seemed to follow a similar trend as a duo pair of northern stars stared back at her.

In truth the only remnant of “Luna” from earlier seemed to be in her hair, now stretching even further down her back, but even this contained differences as it shifted from white to black halfway down.

Lastly, a set of six large angelic wings stretched forth from her back. Seemingly glad to finally be in open air again as they extended to their fullest.

All of this would already be enough to take in on its own, yet beyond all of this she was also far larger than before. Even larger than Asmoda now as the succubus only reached just above her hips…

She gave a deep bow, and when she spoke her voice carried with it a faint echo, “I must offer my apologies once again for the deception thus far, but I couldn’t just move around like this,” Each of her words were tinged with a latent power behind them, “I am Andromeda, one of many gods of this land.”

Raising herself back up, she comported herself far more formally than “Luna” had. Keeping her hands folded neatly together in front of her, she gave Asmoda an all-too familiar smile, “Please, if you have any questions do let me know.”

Eyes still darting around to take in the sight before her, several questions did come to the now-smaller giant’s mind. Eventually she landed on the most obvious one to her, “By my understanding no other deity tries to hide themselves here… So why do you?”

“Yes… I suppose that would be the most obvious, wouldn’t it?” Andromeda agreed, nodding slightly, “Simply put, I have been here since this world’s birth. I helped set it on the path to what it became today… But I like to think my time to interject is over. Now? I merely wish to observe.”

Folding her arms over her chest, Asmoda mulled what she heard over, “So you’re retired…” At least that was understandable on some level, though the concept of a god willingly stepping aside struck her as strange.

As she said, that was almost certainly the simple version. But her words did match what she had seen and felt of her magic earlier…

No point hiding herself, either.

“...Asmoda, Sister of Wrath,” She introduced herself fully, having omitted the title previously.

“Ooh…” Came the reply, full of curiosity, “And what did a demon such as yourself do to obtain such a lofty title?”

Asmoda hesitated for a moment, uncertain if she should delve into the unfortunate details of what’d transpired. Ultimately choosing to shake her head, “It’s complicated,” She said, leaving it at that.

Yet Andromeda did not press, “I understand, we all have our secrets,” Her tone was equal parts understanding and tinged with no small amount of self-awareness.

Slowly, Asmoda’s eyes drifted to Soleil, the still-human woman having shuffled behind Andromeda’s leg.

“And what about you? Are you also using a fake name?”

Soleil remained silent, pressing herself against the comforting closeness of her mother. Andromeda slowly crouched down; shifting in her position to lean close to her.

“Dear, would you kindly join me? There’s nothing to be afraid of here,” Her voice was tender and gentle, quieted down considerably to avoid causing any discomfort to her far smaller companion. Eventually, she nodded, stepping away from Andromeda to seemingly create enough space for what was to come.

With another flashing of light, though less intense than the previous, it too expanded in size before bursting outward in a brilliant display. Much like before, something wholly new stood in place of the timid woman. Another giant of a being, she stood about half the height of Andromeda, and just below the shoulders of Asmoda.

She was arguably something of a more subdued version of the goddess beside her. While she shared the same armor-like tracings across her body, Soleil lacked the night-like patterns that her superior had. In the same manner, only a single pair of wings stretched from her back, nor did her hair expand any in length. Though her eyes shared a similar star-like shape, it was in her torso that a more literal star made itself known.

Situated where her stomach would be, instead there was, concealed behind rows of armor, what Asmoda registered between the gaps as a small star contained within. Seemingly acting as some kind of “core” for her, it glowed softly and seemed to pulse every so often with far more strength than her appearance would suggest.

“...I’m still Soleil,” She re-introduced herself quietly, shuffling back towards Andromeda, she tried to hide herself against her as though she was ashamed to be seen like this. An action the goddess picked up on as she gently wrapped a trio of wings around her.

“Indeed,” Andromeda continued for her, “Do forgive her, it’s been an age since either of us have been in these bodies.”

“Is she your daughter or something?”

She received another slight nod in response, “Yes. I consider all of my creations as family.”

“Right…”

At least her earlier guess that day about them being family was somewhat correct. She tried to get a better look at Soleil beneath the blanket of white feathers she hid under but found herself stymied in this pursuit.

But if Andromeda was able to bind stars for her “creations”...

What else was she capable of?

Even ostensibly as a human she’d gotten the upper hand on her multiple times… Although now with neither of them leaving nothing hidden…

Letting her arms drop to her sides again, she grinned upon a new realization coming to her mind, “So, now we have no reason to hold back, right?”

Andromeda seemed taken aback for a moment, eyes widening, “You still wish to fight?”

“Yup,” Asmoda nodded, fists clenching and unclenching, “I didn’t get my win yet, and I don’t like leaving things on a loss.”

The goddess paused, closing her eyes in deep thought for several minutes. A frown crossed her features before it melted back into a grin. Opening her eyes she crouched down again to Soleil’s level, pulling her wings back from around her as she spoke, “Dear, would you please inform the others about what happened here? I feel things may get interesting~”

Soleil opened her mouth to speak, almost certainly to object, but forced it closed. Instead, she nodded and stepped back. With one last glance between the other two the construct vanished in another flash of light.

Standing back to her full height, Andromeda turned to Asmoda, “So, you still wish to spar then?” Sauntering slowly over to her, she seemed to put an exaggerated sway in her steps; an act that didn’t go unnoticed.

“And yet… I don’t think things are quite even, hm?” Stopping just in front of the demoness, she looked down at her. Admiring that she didn’t flinch nor back down, “But I think I know how to trigger that little quirk of yours~”

Her voice had returned to the playful tone it had earlier, and it was only all too late before Asmoda realized what was happening.

“Hey! What are you-!”

A pulse of magic knocked her to the ground, a curious mix of overwhelming force yet with some amount of care behind it as her back connected to what almost felt like a fluffy mass of cloudy dust; ultimately coming to rest against the ground with no pain.

Not that she had time to process that before the goddess dropped on top of her.

Exhaling hard as Andromeda sat down atop her pelvis, the sheer size and weight of her easily kept Asmoda from moving her lower body. With equal amounts of speed, both of her arms were seized at the wrist and pinned above her head. Her opponent now having her effectively trapped beneath her.

“H-hey… That wasn’t fair,” She grunted through gritted teeth, looking up at the smug goddess now looming over her. Her eyes drifted down to the small swirling galaxy perched on her chest.

That its lower portion was ever so slightly squished between her ample breasts didn’t help her wandering eyes.

Trying to take her mind off it, she began to struggle and squirm under Andromeda. Kicking and bracing her legs for any kind of purchase they could find, it was proving a fool’s errand as her captor merely wiggled her hips in response. Likewise, she failed to find any way to move her hands…

“I can see the appeal of fighting like this…” Andromeda mused, leaning forward further until her face was just above Asmoda’s, “It’s rather nice having someone beneath you…”

“Ah… It reminds me of old times~”

Asmoda huffed again, jerking her head to the side to break eye contact… Though this failed to hide the mild blush that was beginning to form. An act which landed a series of melodic giggles from above.

Soon, she could feel her weight shifting forward, her mouth hovering just above her ear…

“I think I win this round,” Andromeda whispered, nipping her earlobe gently before withdrawing again.

Her eyes widened.

And just like that did her body take its course, growing steadily larger under Andromeda as she simply looked content with herself. Having successfully baited out a reaction, she lifted herself back to her feet, twirling on her heel before returning to a suitable distance from Asmoda.

She was fully aware she’d been played, and just now realized what was meant by making things “even”. Sighing, she willed it to halt once the two were roughly even in stature.

“You could have just asked, you know… I know some magic,” Asmoda said indignantly, picking herself off of the ground. Taking a deep breath, the blush had faded from her face as she swiped the dirt that still clung stubbornly to her form.

“True,” The goddess laughed, “But this is more fun, don’t you think~?”

“That being said…”

Reaching each hand just before her, a long cloud of dust began to coalesce across both palms. Condensing and hardening into a long pole-like shape it soon faded away, leaving in its place a large warhammer; just as intricately designed as Andromeda itself as its hammer head seemed to distort gravity around it.

“Shall we begin again?” She asked sweetly, grasping her new weapon.

Asmoda now realized what “Luna” had meant by being more confident with a mace… Even if what she now wielded would put most of them to shame.

Yet the competitive spark within her flared up again, smirking, she flicked her right arm off to the side; a long streak of fire erupting out of her palm before a rapier formed in her grasp. Taking it, she pointed the tip towards Andromeda.

“No holding back this time,” She demanded.

“Of course, I wouldn’t ask any less,” Her opponent replied, swiping one hand across the head of her weapon, that barrier-like effect from earlier coated it in its entirety, “Fight with all of your might, as I will,” She finished with a bow.

Asmoda picked up on what she had just done, and likewise followed by running her left hand across the length of her rapier; its tip seemingly just a bit duller once the fires dissipated. This time she returned the bow fully.

Though, one final thought did cross her mind.

“Is this church yours…?”

Andromeda chuckled, “No, I just like it here. If you’re worried about damaging it, don’t be.”

Good, one less thing to worry about.

“Alright, let’s go.”

This time she didn’t allow for any moments of deliberation as she rushed her opponent down, knowing full well she would be at a disadvantage should Andromeda be allowed to keep her distance, nor did she want to risk her being able to use her polearm to its fullest reach. Darting to the side to avoid an attempted thrust, she retorted with her own flurry of stabs, forcing Andromeda onto the immediate defensive as she tried her best to knock each blow aside with the shaft of her weapon.

Though several thrusts were parried, the inevitable still took place. Time seemingly halting for a split second as the rapier found its mark, both women staring at it as its tip dug ever so slightly into Andromeda’s chest

Asmoda was the first to react, a wide grin forming across her face as she pulled away, “Hah! I win.”

Reaching a hand to her chest, Andromeda brushed it over the affected area, “Had I known you were more of a fencer I would have offered you a suitable weapon from the start,” She hummed idly, “Well done.”

The demon shrugged, “Not like I said anything,” Turning around, she took her place apart from her opponent once more, a confident stride in her step that wasn’t there before, “Again?” She offered, rather than demanded.

“Of course,” The goddess agreed readily, “It’s been so long since I’ve felt this excited,” Gripping her weapon tight, a dangerous twinkle crossed her eye. And as soon as Asmoda seemed ready for their next round, did Andromeda make the opening move. 

Giving all of her wings a powerful flap, she launched herself forward with enough force to crater the ground behind her. Her speed was far too great for the succubus to track in time, much less mount an effective defense against.

What came next could only be described as surreal, as Andromeda jabbed the warhammer’s head into Asmoda’s gut, she dropped almost immediately to her knees with a gasp as all the air was forced from her lungs. Whatever spell was used on the weapon kept it from actually hurting her… Making it more akin to being hit by a very forceful pillow. It would have been enough of a defeat simply as it was, but the goddess was well and truly fired up. Rearing her weapon back, she swung it upward with a considerable amount of force, the hammer’s face connecting against her opponent forcefully enough to send her bodily into the air.

Once again it felt almost like being hit by a mind-bogglingly strong pillow… Along with the odd weightless feeling from being sent tumbling into the air, her weapon sent spinning end over end somewhere off to the side. Her eyes remained widened as her mind struggled to process the oddity of it all, before it was brutally cut off as Asmoda smashed through several trees of the surrounding forest.

Her giant form easily went straight through multiple rows of trees before her fall was finally broken on a particularly sturdy oak. It hurt, probably more than Andromeda was intending… Though the two did make a promise to hold nothing back.

… So neither should she, right?

Besides, the original goal had completely derailed by this point. Might as well have fun with it.

And with the loss, came the ever-present sensation of growth as she shook herself out of her dazed state. Witnessing Andromeda through the giant-shaped gap in the treeline, her vision steadily rose as the woods around her shrunk beneath her form.

She didn’t care to will it to a pause by now, and so there was little stopping her growing body as it pushed and shoved through the surrounding foliage. Pausing for split-seconds every time a hand or foot came into contact with another oak before the limb easily shoved it out of the way, her torso and hips made short work of anything pushed over as they were simply ground to splinters under her.

The oak she was braced against had long since gave out under her weight, collapsing backwards before it too joined the ever growing mix of churned dirt and shattered greenery.

Finally, her growth came to a halt. Now somewhere in the range of a couple hundred feet tall, the mighty oak forest that surrounded them was far less impressive. As she slowly lifted herself to her feet, the trees now barely reached up her heel… And down below was an oh-so small goddess.

Planting her hands on her hips, Asmoda smirked down at her, lifting a foot into the air she positioned it squarely above the clearing they had turned into a sparring ground; her footwear’s shadow covering the fast bulk of it.

“No holding back, right?”

Leaving it with that, she allowed no further time to react before driving her foot downward. Putting as much weight as she could behind it, the stomp’s effect was as immediate as it was brutal. In an instant, the impacted area broke beneath her; the church’s remains offering little in the way of resistance as it was turned to dust. A small wave of pressure shot outward, buffeting the surrounding forest with a series of heavy winds.

And, of course, there was the question of her target in all of this…

Lifting her foot up with a satisfied huff, she inspected the heel-shaped crater that replaced anything within the clearing… Yet, she noted a complete lack of any body, no remains, no further indent within the crater… Just a small puff of space dust that scattered to the winds…

Her eyes widened, mouth partially agape, “H-hey that wasn’t-”

A series of rapidly familiar giggles behind her broke through any concern Asmoda may have had to the condition of her partner.

The fact they were quite loud was cause for a different kind of concern.

A small series of confused babbling escaped her mouth as a pair of power, large, hands wrapped around her. Joining together around her stomach before she was gently, but forcefully, pulled backwards into an embrace. She felt the back of her head come to rest against soft skin… And a moment later she felt another two somethings rest atop it.

“What are you- How did-” She demanded to know, a furious blush crossing her face upon realizing what she felt weighing down on her head was Andromeda’s breasts.

Said woman giggled again at the response, giving her captive a gentle squeeze before speaking, “Well, that quirk of yours seemed rather fun. I felt as though I simply had to give it a try!”

“You could give me a warning next time,” Asmoda shot back, squirming a bit in her grasp, “I was…” Her voice lowered, “Worried for a second…”

While she couldn’t see it, Andromeda had closed her eyes in mild thought, “It would take a fair bit more than that to truly harm me,” She spoke to dismiss her worries, “Besides, consider that a win under your belt.”

Slowly, the redhead nodded. That was true, wasn’t it?

“I couldn’t complain about the sight either. You cut a rather imposing figure, you know~”

And just like that did the concern exit Asmoda and the blush returned, struggling again to try and wiggle her way out of her grasp she failed to find any purchase as Andromeda merely continued to hold her in place, gently humming as she seemed to just enjoy the moment.

Could this be considered a loss? Was this even a fight? Asmoda wasn’t sure but she knew she wasn’t just going to take this. Drawing on her own reserves of magic, she took a deep breath before her body began to grow in a more controlled manner than her power did… Her head pushing against the resting breasts before her captor moved them away, twisting her body to make room for the growing bulk.

For her part she seemed more curious and amused by Asmoda’s attempts to break free, watching as the other woman crept her way to an equitable height… And slightly surpassed her as Andromeda watched her head and shoulders creep over her eye level.

Halting her growth, Asmoda had a much easier time twisting out of the embrace. Breaking free of one arm before her effort to force the other off of her went horribly wrong.

Asmoda took several steps away whilst Andromeda still had one arm firmly around her torso, the awkward situation throwing off both women’s weight as each stumbled forward several paces and, as one, completely lost their balance.

Unfortunately, the world around them had been witnessing the two giants the whole time. Unsure what to make of the embracing duo at first but now their grand size had made them all too much of a real threat as both women stumbled closer to the town they’d previously departed from.

Several denizens of which recognized the fiery hair of one of them as they watched her crash down on top of them.

Like twin meteors both of them had smashed into the town without mercy, their uncontrolled trips causing both to bounce once off the ground before sliding forward several paces… A reaction that’d normally be merely painful at normal sizes, now turned into a city-leveling event as swaths of buildings were immediately destroyed under both their bodies. A substantial crater forming under both their initial impacts before a great trench was dug behind them as they skidded to a halt.

To say little of the surrounding buildings that were leveled under the tremors from such an impact. As within the span of a few moments, the town was brought to its knees.

In unison, both women groaned as they picked themselves off the ground. Asmoda, having landed on her back, slowly sat up while a hand reached up to her head. Meanwhile, Andromeda fell forward, dislodging her head from a large pile of rubble before bracing herself against the ground. Lifting herself up slightly, her gaze drifted side to side and soon realized what had happened.

“You ok?” Asmoda asked, looking around as she too seemed to realize what had just happened. Turning back towards her companion she frowned upon seeing the blank expression on Andromeda’s face. The goddess’ face shifting from distress, to thought, before finally she sighed and pulled herself up to her knees.

“I suppose so,” She said slowly, raising herself back to her feet, “I may have my work cut out for me…” Her voice was a low mumble, apparently more for herself before she offered a hand to Asmoda, “Here, let me help you.”

Asmoda raised an eyebrow at the rapid shift of emotions, “Is everything okay?” She asked as she took the hand and was assisted to her feet.

Andromeda had her eyes closed, head tilted towards the ground as she continued to speak in a low mutter, “It’s just a shame it came to this, isn’t it?”

The succubus looked around her, while she had no real attachment for the leveled settlement she wasn’t callous enough to dismiss her feelings outright. Remaining there in silence before a suggestion came to mind, “You’re a goddess, aren’t you? Can’t you just… Fix this?”

She gradually perked up upon hearing this, opening her eyes and glancing at Asmoda with a small smile, “Yes… It’s far and away outside of purview but… I could. No one would be none the wiser about what we did either.”

Asmoda offered a smile back, “See? Nothing to worry about then.” Glancing out to the horizon, she stepped past her and looked out to the landscape beyond. The sun was still high in the sky, and her size allowed her to make out several other towns of varying sizes dotted around the plains that stretched before her. Looking back over her shoulder, she shrugged, “...Would you want to keep going? I rarely ever get to push my limits like this.”

“If you want, anyway,” She added at the end.

A joyful laugh was enough to put her concerns aside, “You’re incorrigible,” Andromeda playfully jabbed at her, shaking her head in mock disappointment, “Very well~”

A dangerous expression overcame her face as the goddess felt a sense of freedom she hadn’t in quite some time, something Asmoda picked up on as she began to offer a suggestion of what to do next before Andromeda’s body seemed to burst into a cloud of more space dust.

“What the-”

Her momentary surprise only lasted a second before the cloud surged towards her, the demon shouting a rapid fire series of curses before it seemed to grasp at her limbs and pull her along with it. She felt herself leave the ground for just an instance before her eyes filled with stars, a split second of nothingness soon replaced with the feeling of her body being somewhere far different.  

When her vision returned, she found her eyes filled with a solid plain of white… The surface was likewise rather soft to the touch, and when she tried to pick herself up Asmoda found her hand sink slightly into it…

She was halfway through lifting herself up when realization dawned on her just where she was. Scrambling as quick as she could given the uneven ground, her efforts were rendered moot when an all-too familiar hand crashed down on top of her, burying her against what had turned out to be Andromeda’s stomach. She tried to protest, to shout something, but it was lost in the overwhelming plush surface.

Truthfully, it may have been a comfortable experience given the warmth that surrounded her. Were it not for the fact she was practically unable to move, held just tight enough to toe the line between being pinned down and in pain.

The deity had taken their little game to new heights, laying on her back across the open plains Asmoda had gazed on earlier, the sheer size of her now undeniably dominating the area; becoming something of a struggle for anyone to ignore. And right now she was content to merely relax, closing her eyes and focusing on the minute struggles under her hand.

While she had resigned herself to any damage that might happen, she still had the sense of mind to be cautious of where she situated herself, damaging little more than the ground itself as her body sank slightly into the earth.

Her curiosity had once more seen her pin Asmoda against her for it seemed to be the surest fire way to force a reaction from the Sister of Wrath that carried with it the smallest chance of actually bringing her harm. After all, she wanted to test her limits, did she not?

Feeling something begin to stir, a single eye opened as she looked down, “Hm?”

Asmoda was quick to allow the growth to overtake her again, filling what incredibly limited space she had within seconds, but with a fair amount of force acting against her the power’s effect built up inside of her. A pressure that threatened to explosively boil over if it had no release.

And, finally, it did force its release. 

Andromeda eased her hand off slightly upon feeling the demon’s body begin to dig into her skin, a bothersome feeling for her that she was worried might actually be painful for Asmoda. Yet the moment she did so the smaller woman exploded in scale with enough force to not only force the offending limb away, but to bounce her into the air for a moment before falling back down somewhere even softer than before.

Asmoda’s eyes were again filled with stars, but this time ones distinctly different than what she experienced from the other woman’s magic. Bracing her hands into the squishy surface, she lifted her head up until she could see the amused goddess looking down at her, “Damn you…”

But her efforts were only met with another set of gentle laughs and her hand pressing back down on her yet again. Her laughter caused this new surface to jiggle slightly beneath her, the motion brought to a gentle pause when the hand squeezed Asmoda against it.

It had occurred to her she was now against Andromeda’s breast. The large mound offered two distinct surfaces as one part of her body pressed into soft flesh, and another part the hard armor-like substance that outlined it.

Blushing furiously, her body continued to grow with each and every release it was allowed. Pushing and kicking at anything and everything that’d allow her more space, all in an effort to free herself from the marshmallow hell she was now in.

At some point she’d managed to flip herself over, rolling towards what one would expect to be the space between both breasts but was instead treated to what felt like sliding over glass. Likewise, it produced a soft clunking noise when she inadvertently knocked on it

Making the mistake of staring into it, she felt herself lost for a moment upon seeing the galactic swirls contained within, an oddly hypnotic experience that only saw her snap herself out of it upon the new realization that this was a solid enough surface to brace herself against…

Now it was Andromeda’s turn to be surprised. Both of them had expected a similar explosive surge after what just happened, but it seemed she was taken aback at just how powerful the succubus’ powers could be when pressed.

In what must have been only a few seconds did Asmoda suddenly match her in scope, initially gliding across the larger body on her hands and knees until her expanding frame spilled over the sides, her lower legs hitting the ground with a pair of thuds before digging substantial trenches in the earth as they plowed outward.

By the end of those shocking seconds, she now practically straddled the goddess. Sitting down atop her torso, she was quick to push her advantage as she continued to surge upward uncontrollably.

After all, by and large she had only been reacting to Andromeda’s actions thus far. In her mind it was more than past the time for her to act rather than react.

“You were right, this is more fun,” Asmoda taunted smugly, throwing her words back at her. The goddess tried to push her upper body up but she was quick to push her back down with a firm hand to her chest. Already had her hips expanded enough to cover her captive’s legs, the increased weight forced the pair further into the ground as dirt and rock was steadily displaced around them.

Yet she showed no signs of slowing down, and soon she was now large enough to bury Andromeda’s lower body beneath her rear, a smug sense of pride filling her at feeling the struggles under her slowly come to a halt as movement became more and more impossible.

Leaning forward, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, “It’s time I take charge for once,” and with that she pushed herself back up to her feet, quickly pinning Andromeda back down beneath her heel and driving her just ever so slightly further into the dirt. 

She vaguely registered that she said something in protest, or false protest knowing her, but right now her attention was firmly focused on her own magic as it built up inside of her. Flames raced up and down her body in preparation for what was to come, the act making her finally seem truly demonic in nature, but in truth she was simply curious to see just how feasible using her own magic in such a way truly was.

Nothing to hold back, and all the limits to push.

And at that, did she grow so explosively to put her previous efforts to shame. In a surge of flame was it strong enough to send a crack through the air that echoed for miles across the open fields and potent enough to unroot any and all plant life in a significant circle around her leaving behind only barren dirt and stone.

The fires slowly fizzled away across her body, leaving behind something far larger than any living creature had ever been on this world. Dwarfed only by some of the mountains she could spy in the distance… Maybe she’d have to change that.

But right now came the question of what to do with the woman struggling under her foot.

Glancing down at her heel, she could still make out some of Andromeda’s features poking out the sides; namely her sizable set of wings.

Crouching down, she readied herself to make a play that’d prevent what happened last time from repeating herself. Perhaps…

Readying her magic within her palm, she scooted her heel to the side revealing the flattened deity beneath it. And as expected did her body blink and fade into the same gaseous cloud from before.

Exactly as Asmoda expected.

Launching forward, she grabbed for the cloud before it was able to move away. Her fingers wrapped around it as both spells came into contact with each other, and almost immediately was there an effect to be had as a burst of super hot light erupted out from the gaps between digits.

It was painful enough to cause Asmoda to grit her teeth, hissing heavily as her hand burned hot… But it would have its desired effect, as once the light cleared she now held in her hand a struggling Andromeda; the doll-sized goddess seemingly at her mercy.

“I figured out your little stunt,” She jeered, booming voice cascading through their surroundings, “And I think I know just where to put you.”

Lifting her towards her chest, the events from naught a few dozen minutes replayed in her thoughts, and she had half a mind to put Andromeda through something similar.

Not like it was the first time she kept someone like this. 

For her part the deity kept a level head through this all, realizing she’d be outdone and refusing to give her any satisfaction as she simply glared up at her with a neutral expression.

Asmoda shrugged, “I know you were looking earlier.”

No further fanfare was had as she simply jammed her captive deep between her massive breasts, pushing her down as far as she could before withdrawing her fingers. She adjusted her outfit to as tightly as she could in order to maintain as much pressure as possible.

Andromeda found herself immediately squished between two impossibly heavy, though soft, mounds on either side. Something in her long life she had yet to experience… Though not particularly unpleasant. Regardless, she attempted to push and shove at the crushing walls but the demon’s adjustments had the desired effects of smushing her further in place.

Things only became worse once Asmoda began to move, each massive step causing her chest to jostle and bounce in one way or another; practically guaranteed to disorientate and keep Andromeda in a perpetual struggle until she eventually stopped.

Of course, the titanic succubus had a new question.

Now what?

She wandered aimlessly for a bit, her massive stature allowing her to see her surroundings to a considerable distance. Not that she had any real reason to terrorize the settlements she could spot, nor could she see anyone coming towards her.

“...Guess they’re still surprised,” She mumbled to herself, having expected some outside intervention by now.

Stopping her movements, she remained in place for a time as her mind raced with possibilities. She didn’t want to let Andromeda out, not yet, and with the thought did a hand idly reach up and grasp her left boob; pressing it hard against its twin before gyrating it in slow circular movements.

Maybe-

It was then that an impact on the back of her thigh broke her thoughts, dropping her hand back to her side, she glanced over her shoulder for confirmation at what the intrusion could be.

“Hm?”

Arrayed behind her seemed to be the “response” she had mused about a moment before, as rows of professional seeming soldiers stood in loose formations; seemingly understanding that tight blocks would be a fool's errand.

Behind them, however, was what seemed to be the real weapons they thought had any chance against the towering giant. With what must have been a good few dozen ballistae, each of which armed with bolts glowing with a sickly green tip…

Wait.

It took her a moment, but she recognized the banners they carried with them. The very same bear and axe that she’d fought under just a few weeks prior… The very same contract that saw her denied the battle she desired.

Drifting her gaze up a bit, she spotted a roughly familiar castle as well. Built atop a hill and surrounded by a fairly sizable town, she didn’t remember it being unpleasant but if they wanted a fight…

“I’d suggest you quit while you’re ahead,” She called to them, her tail’s tip swiping against where the first bolt had hit her to dust off the singe marks that remained, “You can’t win with those pea shooters-”

Before her warning was even finished did another volley fly towards her, while some had missed, the vast majority of them landed hits against her legs and thigh; a few reaching high enough to strike her rear end. Each exploding in a brilliant flash of green lightning that tried it’s best to scour her clothes but to no avail.

While it hadn’t hurt, the attack was more than enough to trigger her latent power, causing Asmoda to shoot upwards in another surge of growth as her height increased by half; an act that caused yet more pressure to bare down on the captive between her tits.

“Fine,” Narrowing her eyes, she turned around with several thundering steps, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

As she began to walk forward, another wave of attacks tried to strike at her. Much less accurate than the last had been, several still managed to hit her legs to even less effect all the while making her power trigger yet again.

Now double her height from when she towered over Andromeda, Asmoda was quickly becoming something of a mountain in her own right.

Each step she took sundered the earth beneath her, leaving a deep crater in the shape of her heel as it now carried enough weight behind it to shake the nearby area with considerable tremors. Those living in the town ahead of her found her impossible to ignore, able to feel each and every movement as more and more of its denizens raced outdoors to see what was happening.

The men mustered against her fared even worse, tripping over themselves in the face of an impossible foe that they only realized far too late they had been making all the stronger.

Her first step into their ranks was devastating, while she hadn’t cared to cause abject carnage it still managed to catch several dozens of them under her tread. The next step smashed down on the leftmost portion of their ballista line, dismissing the whole thing with an indignant huff before she plowed her foot harshly to the right; bulldozing the entire formation under her foot and leaving little behind beyond a trench of dirt and rock.

Two steps was all it took to shatter their morale. While some launched ineffectual personal attacks in a blind panic, all this managed to accomplish was scratching her footwear with various weapons and spells.

It wasn’t even enough to strengthen her further.

Her tail still lashed out in anger at anything behind her, swiping away yet more scores of soldiers, but her attention was firmly on the castle before her.

She would have been content to ignore them, but they decided to attack her first. And she had no real reason to negotiate a surrender… If anything she should make an example of them.

An oddly familiar scenario, come to think about it.

Some time ago in another land Asmoda had been considered a demon queen… And what was a queen without a throne?

Strolling closer to her target, it wasn’t long before the whole settlement was cast in her shadow. Already several buildings had collapsed under tremors they were never supposed to withstand, and all across she could see blind panic as its population found itself facing its end without anything to be done about it.

Grinning, she slowly turned around until her backside was pointed towards them. Bending at the knees, she began her slow descent backwards; the defenders giving one last effort at stopping her as all weapons were blindly launched upwards at their destroyer.

A blinding display of magic connected to her thighs and ass, yet nothing managed to inflict any harm on Asmoda as she simply became bigger and bigger until her already sizable rear now fully covered everything in its shadow.

In lieu of speaking, her tail simply slapped against her rear in a teasing display of dominance, and with one final wiggle did she allow it to fall completely.

A scene of utter devastation followed as the castle, the town, and the hill it was all built upon, were instantly flattened beneath her. Crushed so utterly and wholly that it quickly joined the level plains that surrounded it in flatness, an ass-shaped crater that left little trace of civilization within it; surrounded by a wall of displaced earth that too found itself flattened to a smear as Asmoda wiggled in her new seat.

Sighing, she was content in her victory, leaning back with closed eyes as she gave one large stretch; her bones giving a series of satisfying pops as they adjusted to her ever shifting size again and again.

…And when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by Andromeda's grinning face.

With a shout of surprise did Asmoda flinch backwards, a reaction that got her a laugh in response.

“Dammit- How did you-?” She stammered over her words, but the goddess simply leaned forward closer to her; Asmoda realizing she was crawling towards her on her hands and knees.

“I saw my opening when you were distracted,” She said with a mild shrug, “It was getting rather cramped in there…”

Before the “demon queen” could respond, the goddess pounced on her, revealing herself to be the same gargantuan size as both women now rivaled mountains for sheer scale, knocking her to her back as she took her position on top of her yet again.

“I applaud your creativity, but I have to wonder how long you can keep this up,” Andromeda half-complemented, half-teased, her eyes glancing once at what used to be one of this region’s minor powers before looking back at Asmoda, “After all, that was quite the display of power.”

“That little trick earlier was rather surprising,” She added with a giggle, but soon her eyes widened as Asmoda pushed back against her, taking her position as the one on top as the pair rolled over.

“Nothing phases you, does it?” Asmoda grunted, the two entered a struggle as one tried to prevent the other from gaining the upper hand, “Did I really catch you? Or did you just let it happen?” 

A small gasp slipped out as she too was rolled back over in equal measure, but was quick to try and push herself back on top; sending the pair tumbling together for a substantial distance. Hills, forests, rivers, and all were smothered beneath them with little resistance leaving behind nothing more than smooth, featureless, dirt.

Eventually, Andromeda came out on top. Pinning Asmoda under her as she locked her arms and legs around hers, “Wouldn’t be very fun if I just told you, would it?” She replied teasingly, but there was an undercurrent of effort in her voice due to their wrestling.

“Fine! Then I’ll force it out of you!”

Being on the losing end of a struggle was already enough for her power to make itself known, an unignorable fact as her body began to grow under Andromeda with little pause; yet this time it was augmented by her own magic. A combination fueled by a desire to truly come out on top without any doubt.

Her opponent met her rapid growth with her own, drawing upon ancient magic to keep pace and showing to Asmoda that her previous tricks had been just that… Tricks.

“You wanted to test your limits, yes? Then show me everything!”

Thus did their struggles reach titanic proportions, a back and forth match that saw one pinning the other down under their bulk before a reversal saw them smashed heavily against the ground. Sometimes, one would push the other off them entirely, pouncing on them to press whatever advantage they could before they too would be knocked over.

It was an even match of uninhibited growth that saw the world beneath them dying in the process, something neither of them paid much attention to as they tried to “win” what had started as little more than a friendly spar.

To the hapless population down below, it quickly became impossible to understand just what was bringing about armageddon. Both women too massive to make out, and moving too quickly to truly wrap their minds around. Whole swaths of land were crushed suddenly and brutally under one limb or another, entire civilizations and their histories dismissed by an arm or foot bracing against them for better leverage.

Earthquakes tore whole regions asunder with each drop and slip one or the other made, huge craters gashing the earth and rendering entire mountains little more than pebbles or displacing whole oceans into floods never before seen.

Eventually, the battle died down as both women collapsed into tired heaps across from each other. Breathing heavily, both slowly looked at each other and then the surrounding world around them. So massive were they now that they would make out the planet’s very curvature, and neither seemed to show any bodily limitations for why they couldn’t continue beyond their own stamina.

Andromeda, exhaling heavily, looked at Asmoda with a small smile, “I… Think we may have gotten carried away.”

“No kidding…” She agreed, slowly lifting herself back to her feet, each step having its own apocalyptic impact down below, “So… You give up then?” Smirking, it appeared she was more than willing to continue in spite of everything.

Laughing softly, Andromeda too stood up, “I’m sorry, I hate to disappoint but I think it's far past the time we call this to a close.”

“What are you-”

Once more did the Sister of Wrath find herself cut off, this time with her opponent lunging forward past whatever defense she thought to throw up. Unlike the previous times, she found her eyes widening as Andromeda’s body melted against hers, lips pressing against her own as a tender embrace wrapped around her.

Slowly, she came down off her adrenaline rush. Finding herself… Not entirely hating what was happening as she melted into the kiss, returning the embrace with one of her own as her eyes closed; the moment she did so she felt the feathery touch of wings wrapping around behind her as Andromeda seemingly took it as a sign to go just a little further.

Asmoda hadn’t seen the field of stars slowly surrounding the pair, only a familiar feeling of warmth overtaking her before everything blinked out…

Gasping, Asmoda’s eyes shot open, her head darting in every direction before she realized where she was now. All around her was a familiar destitute structure, completely overrun with overgrowth. Beyond broken walls stood a sea of proud oak trees…

Slowly tilting her head downward she found her armor neatly piled off to her right side, leaving her wearing only the underpadding, and when she shifted her head to the left there was an all-too familiar woman snuggled against her; humming happily with closed eyes.

“Hey…” She started, startling the woman somewhat as she looked up at her with bright blue eyes, “So… That was you fixing things?”

“Hm?” Luna replied, “Well, I’m sorry for the suddenness of it all,” Closing her eyes again, she returned her head to its place against Asmoda, “But yes, I couldn’t just leave things like that could I?”

“I guess not…”

Slouching slightly where she sat against a broken wall, she slowly tilted her head to the side until it was resting on Luna’s. A part of her still reeling from the suddenness of it all, “Will anyone remember this?” She finally thought to ask.

She felt the head under hers shake slightly, “They shouldn’t,” And then a content sigh, “I may have overstepped my own boundaries but… It was a fun game.”

“We should meet again,” Luna further suggested quietly, “I enjoyed our time together.”

Asmoda blinked a few times, but eventually chuckled, “Yeah… Sure thing.”