The endless background hum of the ship's engine was beginning to drive Lyria insane. The tedious tasks of scanning, updating exploration logs, maintaining the ships AI and other systems day upon day were taking its toll. Being sent out into the backwaters of the Elven Empire to check upon an errant signal being broadcasted was unfulfilling work for any elf. However, this was what she had signed up for when she wished to sail through the sea of stars. One always had to endure the drudgery that came along with such exploration. Certain thoughts did arise in Lyria as the spaceship casually cruised its way towards the signal. Since it was not any Elven call sign, why would anything willingly broadcast themselves to the universe at large? Could any race be stupid enough to call out and echo their messages into the void? Lyria concluded that someone must be playing a joke on her. It simply did not make any sense.
Nevertheless, whilst tending to the maintenance of the ship,
one of the few pleasures Lyria enjoyed upon the ship was she was flying
by herself. With no other crewmates about, she could enjoy strutting
around the spacecraft in the nude. For the steady flight towards the
strange signal could only be made worse if she had to suffer that
abominable, dark-blue suit. Such a thing was torture for someone blessed
with a voluptuous, well-rounded figure like Lyria. Whilst the cold
floors of the ship were annoying, it was a small price to pay than to
try and fit in that ill-fitting costume.
Time slowly passed on the ship. The monotony of work kept
Lyria busy until the spacecraft drew ever closer towards the origin of
the signals.
Having completed her daily tasks, Lyria was lazily whistling a
tune and twiddling her unkempt blonde hair whilst laying out in the
captain’s chair in the bridge, warming up a fabricated meal. Suddenly,
the surrounding myriad of technical equipment and computers began to
flash. Picking herself up from the leather seat, thoroughly annoyed
there was something else to do, she looked over the primary computer to
see what the cause of this commotion was. The AI of the ship had
detected where the signal was coming from as it began spitting out data
onto the screen for Lyria to analyse. As her azure blue eyes scanned
across the information, Lyria bit down her thick red lips unable to
contain her excitement.
The scanners had picked up a nearby continental world that
was strikingly similar to the Elven homeworld in geological and
atmospheric makeup, which appeared to be the source of the signal.
Combing through the data revealed the planets name as ‘Earth’ and the
apex species self-identified itself as ‘humans’, who have only recently
started to push beyond the confines of their planet. With such primitive
technology, the sum total of their efforts was that they had landed
onto their orbiting moon. Lyria became more ecstatic as she examined
everything the AI was sending to her, readily digesting the information.
Lyria never had the chance to enact first-contact protocols
with another species, yet here she was, on her lonesome with such a
beautiful blue ball, floating within the cosmos. It was every elfs
dream to meet a new race for the first time since it was such a rare,
extraordinary treat. Other elves had the unique experience of being the
first to meet with the vast multitude of other species that inhabited
the galaxy and now Lyria was graced with such an experience.
Contemplating her next moves, the elf concluded that to call
up others to help her in such matters was out the question. This planet
was to be hers and hers alone, Lyria would not share this experience
with anyone else. No one would spoil her fun nor would she share it. She
had overheard others about the joy of discovering new planets home to
strange and interesting lifeforms, and now she could pop her cherry by
herself. Before she could personally greet humanity, certain things had
to be attended to. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped on the
planet.
The elf picked herself up from her chair in such haste; she
nearly tripped up over herself. She set coordinates close to the planets
orbit, just enough that her spacecraft would not be detected by any of
humanity's equipment. Then Lyria placed much of the ship onto standby to
automate most of its functions. Lastly, she logged a quick report about
the discovery of Earth before organising herself.
Lyria went to her personal quarters and sighed as the metallic door slid upwards. She now had to contend with that abominable suit.
Picking it out of the wardrobe, Lyria stared indignantly at
it. Such an ill-fitting, tight thing that spacefarers were forced to
wear. Piloting a solo exploration ship granted her voluptuous physique
freedom from the terrible entrapment of the dark, ocean blue suit.
However, the suit had useful abilities installed within that she needed.
As much as she wanted to wander the world below completely uncovered,
she needed to have the suit on.
Lyria began to slip into her suit on. Getting her feet into
it first was the easy part. Pulling up the suit, it began to tighten
around her plump thighs and wide hips, as she struggled to pull it past
her well-rounded, pronounced ass. Beyond the immediate difficulties of
her thighs and hips, the suit glided over her taut abs, revealing the
most difficult challenge. Lyria’s brimming, buxom breasts. Elven figures
were less endowed compared to Lyria and the designers of such suits did
not factor in women like Lyria who were graced with prodigiously sized
busts. The elf heaved and strained, coaxing her breasts into the suit
whilst attempting to zip them up. With attempt, the zip burst open, her
chest seemingly refusing to be imprisoned within the confines of the
fabric. After a few tries, Lyria finally lifted the suit above her
breasts without the zipper malfunctioning. Putting her arms into the
suit, her entire body was finally within the costume allowing Lyria to
let out a sigh of relief.
After all the strain and struggling, the elf ruffled her
sun-bleached blonde hair back to its hime cut style. She would have
preferred her hair to be longer but having shorter hair was better,
especially for an exploration mission. One never knew how long an
exploratory mission would take and long, flowing hair would become a
nuisance. Looking into the nearby mirror Lyria admired her physique
within the suit. It was an exceedingly tight fit; it always looked like
the fabric could buckle at any point. Even now, her breasts could easily
burst forth or if she were to bend down, her buttocks could readily
tear the seams. Lyria found it charming to think that her physique could
rip through such fabric if she strained herself, her well-endowed
physique seemingly refusing to be caged.
Looking into the mirror, she turned herself sideways. Lyria
ran a finger across her bulging thigh and up to her broad hips, smacking
her ass. As her cheeks rippled from the impact, Lyria admired her
godlike body, letting out a sly, seductive wink at her reflection. Such a
suit left little to the imagination about how stunning her body really
was. If it were not such a tight fit, Lyria would love to wear such a
thing. For it certainly enhanced her outrageous figure even more in her
mind.
However, the reactions of her kind testified how outrageous
her body really was. She knew it made the other Elven women jealous; her
prodigious proportions generated such envy. Then there were the men,
those who turned their heads at her passing. When she wore the suit
before on previous missions with other crewmates, Lyria knew all the men
were focused on her. Such crewmates loved catching a glimpse of her
breasts and butt gleefully jiggling with her step she took down the
corridors. In turn, Lyria loved the attention she received, swelling her
ego and narcissism beyond what was normal for a usual vainglorious elf.
The ships AI rang out, breaking the elf from her infatuation
with her body. Lyria remembered that she still needed to calibrate her
suit and prepare the coordinates for the teleporter. Taping onto her
wrist, a small holographic screen appeared which allowed Lyria to adjust
the settings of her suit. Certain functions of the suit were locked for
safety protocols whilst aboard the spacecraft. Making sure she could
return to the ship at any point, Lyria breezed through the other options
and hurried towards the teleporter bay.
Plugging in the coordinates into control terminal, she had
selected a random human settlement to be her landing point. The on-board
AI confirmed it had unlocked the other functions of her suit, which
could be readily used at her leisure once planetside. With the ship now
in standby, she stepped into the teleportation bay. The ships AI then
beamed Lyria down, who was tingling with anticipation at being the first
elf to greet humanity.
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It was a glorious midsummer morning. A bustling town, going
through its usual motions as the folk went about their daily routines.
Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light engulfed the area. Though everyone
was blinded, the townsfolk could the ground begin to furiously quake. As
the light slowly dissipated, the people below looked up in terrified
shock. There was a giant now looming over, a gargantuan frame casting a
great shadow across the breadth of the town. All the people could do was
stare in wonder and amazement at the skyscraper tall figure that had
appeared from the light.
Lyria, with her hands on her hips, surveyed her surroundings.
After a few moments of silence, she could hear the horrified squeaks of
the humans below. Peering down beyond her bountiful bust, Lyria saw
little dots peppering the streets frozen in fear, their minute vehicles
and insignificant hovels that barely reached up to her toe in
comparative height. Focusing her vision, she beheld that those pathetic
specks were living beings. There were some close to where her feet had
landed who were trying to pull others out stuck beneath her soles,
attempting to free their half crushed brethren or those stuck within
their houses when Lyria had landed.
The elf was utterly astounded as she continued to look below
her. Of all the recorded races the elves had met, humanity was easily
the smallest species ever seen. Even at Lyria’s modest height,
especially for an elf, she must have looked like a mountain to the
humans below. Already brimming with excitement, Lyria was only further
enamoured upon the realisation of her monolithic height compared to the
humans below. To think she was this towering, voluptuous goddess to
those pathetic specks so far below her began to stir Lyria’s arousal.
With such thoughts swirling round in her mind, Lyria licked
her luxurious red lips and began to lift up her foot, wondering what
area of this human settlement would be graced with her first, calamitous
footstep. As she considered her targets, her foot was half raised into
the air, causing a sudden rush of air as her street encompassing foot
rose from the ground. In her wake, those closet to her perceived the
wreckage of houses, churned up metallic wrecks, patches of dirt and the
crimson blots of the others unfortunate enough to be beneath the elf
giantess, now clinging to her sole. In that single moment, so many lives
abruptly snuffed out by the elf teleporting herself on top of them.
Those bloody stains who were once people going about their daily
business, then in a sudden flash, were unceremoniously obliterated
beneath the sole of Lyria.
As her began its ascent, the people below soon realised what
Lyria was about to do as they saw her gargantuan sole darken the sky.
Yet the elf was unknowingly causing more chaos simply by lifting her
foot. The crowds who began to flee from the buxom giantess soon found
that all the debris and wreckage which clung to her sole was now raining
down upon them and onto the streets below. Such clumps made up of
ruined buildings and the churned up remains of vehicles, showered onto
those running away from her. As she wiggled her toes, more of the debris
stuck to her dropped onto the townsfolk as she heard the tiny shrills
and cries of humanity below. Hearing such a lovely dirge, she reckoned
to take her time in deliberating what area of the planet was to be
honoured with her first footstep. However, in reality, Lyria wished to
savour their terror. To think that simply raising her foot could instil
such horror and generate such pandemonium, it was beyond even her
wildest dreams.
Whilst she wished to maintain an air of mystery, Lyria could
not help but to deride such pathetic creatures. The thought that having
simply transporting herself on top of a settlement and lifted her foot
up in preparation for her first footstep could cause this much terror
started to overwhelm the elf. Continuing to scan for potential targets
for her foot, Lyria broke out into a wide, devilish grin as the
continued cries of the tiny humans reached her long, pointy ears.
“Fufufu~” Lyria’s mocking laughter, now enhanced by her
gargantuan height to become deeper and utterly overwhelming to human
ears, boomed out through the town as she laid on her sardonic remark,
“You should be honoured to personally meet an envoy of the elves little
humans.”
Spotting a cluster of expensive-looking houses, row upon row
of ornate buildings across multiple streets Lyria rose her foot high
into the air and let it hover over her newfound target. All those below
her gargantuan foot could only look up in despair, realising there was
now no escape, no matter how fast they ran or drove their cars. Lyria
then rose her leg back up high and slammed her foot down onto them. The
impact of her sole crashing back into the ground rippled her body,
jigging her broad buttocks and voluminous bust. Lyria revelled in such
feelings of overwhelming power afforded to her by her towering height
but for the people below, the destructive force of her stamp struck the
earth with such cataclysmic power.
The ground buckled and cracked, rupturing the very land beneath the townsfolk's feet. First came the great displacement of air ruptured the other buildings around, atomising anything close to the epicentre of her footfall. Buildings and people spared from being crushed by her sole were instantly vaporised by the raging winds. Even then, the air kicked up so abruptly and violently, the concussive wave from slamming her foot swept through the nearby streets, obliterating anything in their path. In so doing, the burst of air turned chunks of debris flying through the air into shrapnel. The townsfolk who were not eradicated underfoot soon faced the rubble and wreckage caught up in the storm barrelling into them at such velocity, even the smallest of chunks of debris tore their bodies asunder.
As the violent, destructive winds cascaded through the town,
others were subjected to different side effects. Those further away who
escaped the lethal displacement of air felt the ground beneath them
buckle, as the land succumbed to Lyria’s sole slamming in the earth. As
the aftershocks rippled through the town, buildings, cars and people
were thrown into the air from the force before falling back down. The
devastating earthquake and tremendous tremors that struck the town only
helped to further enhance the desolation brought about by Lryia’s stamp.
Reverberations cascaded through the town, levelling more houses and
structures, already weakened by the shockwave of displaced air, reducing
them to piles of rubble and trapping those inside beneath the brick and
mortar. The tarmac roads cracked apart as electric poles and
streetlights collapsed onto the streets as the water mains beneath
busted open. Much of the area around Lyria’s foot was now a desolated
wasteland, the combined effects of the displaced air and earthquake had
wrought unprecedented calamity to the town, both near and far.
Lyria, however, was beyond ecstatic as she assessed the
impact her sole had. All she had done was stamp her foot down and a huge
swathe of the town had been thoroughly decimated, leaving only havoc
and turmoil in its immediate wake. Lyria’s thoughts became flooded with
joy that swelled her bloated ego, thinking about how the first glorious,
albeit aggressive, footstep of humanity’s exterminator could achieve
such terrible upheaval of the land. But then she contemplated her great
fortune at discovering Earth. Finding such a pathetic, miserable race of
insignificant specks that could be so easily eradicated with but a
single step. Every race encountered was small compared to the height of
an elf, but to think she had stumbled upon a race so utterly microscopic
all by herself peaked her excitement. Such thinking coursed through her
mind whilst Lyria admired the destructive outcome of her footstep.
Twisting her foot, Lyria bit her luscious red lip completely
and utterly enamoured with her power as she watched her flesh engulfed
the remaining foundations of what were once prestigious human mansions
that littered the multiple streets her foot had now decimated. All the
pandemonium she had created was peaking her arousal to a maddening
degree. Lyria could feel her nipples harden as they began to poke
against her skin-tight suit. Grabbing a hold of her burgeoning breast,
the elf began to massage herself whilst another hand felt out her taut
abs as it slowly, seductively slithered down to her crotch. The elf then
closed her azure-blue eyes and focused. Taking a huge breath of air, it
took all her willpower to stave off the intoxicating sensation, that
inner, perverted calling to simply tear off her suit here and now to
play with herself. She knew there would be a more opportune time to
attend to her perversions. For now, there were humans to deal with.
Lyria opened her eyes and sighed, needing to find something
else to fend off such lustful appetites. Whilst most of the immediate
area was void of life, comprising of ruined buildings, cracked asphalt
roads and torn up corpses. Beyond such devastation, she spotted an
amassed group of humans fleeing from her. Such a congregation of minute
specks caught her attention and made Lyria realise she had not
personally introduced herself to humanity. Yet in all that time she
spent admiring her work, all their efforts to save themselves would be
in vain with but a few steps. Lyria found it endearing to think that
during that time where she was battling herself for control of her
sense, that group had barely made any headway in escaping her.
As she turned towards those running away, the elf began to
slowly meander to them. Lyria was in no great hurry, a simple jaunt over
to them came with its own little rewards. She could feel her feet
crushing the minuscule buildings and cracking the tarmac streets and
pavements. Each footstep the elf took brought about untold destruction
to the town as each step reverberated across the town, levelling
structures from the extreme, violent quakes. Yet Lyria’s intoxication
with her power only grew with each step she took. To see the earthquakes
she was causing, reducing the town more and more with each stride she
took, it only further confirmed in her mind of her godlike status
compared to the minute humans she was so casually crushing beneath her
feet.
For the fleeing group, the rumbling caused by her footfalls
increased, yet there was no way to escape her now. Every step Lyria took
threw off-balance, causing them to fall to the floor as the ground
beneath them trembled and rumbled. Before long, the intensity grew to
such overwhelming levels; they found the giantess’s footfalls could now
throw them up into the air, the asphalt roads beneath them cracking at
the seams whilst the weakened buildings to their sides crumbled to piles
of rubble around them. Even the sound of the elf’s foot crushing
multitudes of the town with a single step became near-deafening to the
group's ears.
Soon one titanic foot was planted sideways further down the
street, barring their exit. Look back, her other foot crashed down,
trapping the group in the middle of the street. Like rats trying to
escape a flood, the group scoured for any possible way to escape the elf
but the thick rubble of the desolated buildings removed any possibility
to clamour over them. Some resigned themselves to fate and looked up
towards the sky-scraping giantess begging for mercy, others desperately
banged their fists against the monumental flesh of her sole, refusing to
give in to the fate the elf was conjuring for them.
All Lyria could now think about was how she had inadvertently
miscalculated her position. Such was the size of her chest; the elf
could not readily see the specks she had trapped below her. She chuckled
to herself, thinking of how her burgeoning breasts would look like to
those beneath her. The notion that they could not even catch a glimpse
of their tormenter thanks to her bountiful bust only helped to further
confirm Lyria’s own thoughts about her godlike body. Yet, she did not
wish to deprive the humans underneath a chance to behold her stunning,
statuesque face. Shuffling herself back slightly, letting her feet grind
through more of the towns buildings and asphalt roads. Now staring at
the microscopic specks that littered the roads, the elf squatted down to
carefully examine the humans she had captured between her feet.
However, Lyria still was not content with the view of the
humans below. She could make out certain features now but they still
remained so insignificant. To remedy this dilemma, Lyria began
delicately plucking humans from the group and gently placing them onto
the palm of her free hand. Bringing her azure eye closer to those within
her palm, she inspected the cowering people with considerable interest.
Lyria found it to be amazing, scanning the multitude of humans to see
how strikingly similar they were to elves.
“Such a curious race of pathetic vermin,” her soft voice was
overwhelming to the comparatively minute humans stuck on her hand, the
treble rocking them to the core,
“I-“
A primordial groan emanated from gut, interrupting her
mockery. The sounds of her stomach roared out throughout the, its
terrible, earsplitting bass rumbled the area. As the thunderous
vibrations abated as Lyria used her free hand to pat her stomach. She
greedily eyed up the people in her hand as a cure to her problem. After
eating so many prefabricated meals onboard the spaceship, Lyria knew
these little morsels would prove to infinitely tastier, a new and exotic
meal she had the joy to sample first out of all the elves.
“I…” Lyria licked her lips in delight as she surveyed her snack, “I wonder how you taste~”
The elf opened up her ravenous maw, her moist breath rolling
over the humans as her monolithic tongue wetted her lips in voracious
anticipation for her meal. Rather than lick up all those caught within
her palm, the elf decided to raise her hand up high and tilt her hand
slightly. Soon enough, people began to rain down from the heavens,
barrelling towards the earth. Whilst some descended into her wet, sticky
mouth as intended, others collided with either her soft, silky skin or
her lustrous lips. Upon their bodies splattering onto Lyria’s face, the
remnants of their corpse rolled off her and fell back onto the streets
below as a morbid shower for those spared from the elf's hunger.
Sloshing about the humans with her mouth, sampling their
immediate taste, a cold-blooded thought popped up in her mind. Squatting
back down, leaning over as far and getting as close as possible to
those she did not select, Lyria started slowly chewing up the people
between her teeth. The sickening, stomach-churning snaps of bones,
ligaments and limbs being crunched and torn apart by her molars echoed
just enough for everyone to hear. A sly grin formed on the elf’s face,
revelling in the torment she was causing just by enjoying her meal as
she witnessed the horrified, distraught faces of all those below. The
humans below replied to nauseating sounds of people being ground into a
paste within her mouth by screaming in terror, fully awakening to the
terrible fates the sadistic giantess had for them.
It was then Lyria rolled the remnants of her food into a ball
onto her tongue and stuck it out for those survivors to see. The putrid
remains of churned up humans were gruesomely displayed, mocking all
those below to see what had become of what was once their friends and
family. From that disgusting sphere came half-chewed cadavers, which
rained down and splattered onto the tarmac. Whilst Lyria did not intend
for this, it helped contribute to the torment she was forcing the humans
below to endure as the terrified screams only increased in volume.
Satisfied with her morbid display, she rolled the ball back
into her mouth and swallowed with an exaggerated gulp to further
underline her sadistic satisfaction with her succulent meal. Even during
all the fun she was having tormenting humanity, Lyria could not help
but enjoy the lovely taste the humans had. Whilst Lyria was sure
anything was better than the meals aboard the ship, the decadent deep,
meaty flavours of humanity ignited the elf’s taste buds, leaving her
with a craving for more.
It was then something rumbled within her gut. It started to
rise up from her stomach and Lyria was all too happy to indulge. Opening
up her mouth again, a deep belch rung out across the town.
“UUUUURRRRRPPPP!” The calamitous burp rumbled the town, shattering any remaining windows and forcing everyone to cover their ears at its intensity violently shook the townsfolk below her.
Leveraging the putrid smell of her belch, she blew the
sickening stench onto the remaining humans. The horrific scent, drawn
deep from her bowels, now choked the air only adding to the hellish
misery Lyria was unleashing upon them. Gagging and retching from the
revolting miasma the elf had spewed onto them that hung in the air, the
townsfolk continued to struggle in the aftermath of her belch,
clamouring for fresh air. Meanwhile, Lyria looked down on them in smug
delight, how the human's misery was now thoroughly compounded by even
the most innocuous of her bodily functions. The fact that her belch
could help level more of the town made her more gleeful.
Yet the elf was beginning to tire of squatting down to
examine the townsfolk she was happily torturing. Lyria lifted herself
back up to her full towering height and took a few steps backs.
Confident in her assessment, she began to lower herself, her body
crushing anything beneath it as she laid down to be more comfortable. As
she settled down onto the ruins of the town, Lyria could feel some
slight tingles through the fabric of her suit, of dainty hovels and
buildings being flattened underneath her gorgeous, gargantuan body. In
her attempt to lay down as gently as possible, the elf still rocked the
town to its foundations, only contributing more to the overall
devastation of the surrounding area. Now resting on the ground, her
excessive bust acting like makeshift pillows for her, Lyria began to
survey the remaining humans she had spared from her hunger, keenly
interested in how they were reacting to her.
Her azure-blue eyes focused on the humans below her,
observing their actions and relishing in the atrocious atmosphere she
had created. Some were driven mad by her the trauma she afflicted upon
them. Amidst the desolation of their town, surrounded by half-chewed
corpses, such townsfolk unable to comprehend the barbaric, inhuman
cruelty of the elf. Their minds shattered beyond any hope of repair,
reducing them to screaming shells of their previous selves or cowering,
curled up balls, rocking themselves in a fruitless attempt to regain
their sanity.
Yet Lyria was more interested in such people who were still
clinging onto their survivalist instincts. Still driven to escape, even
in the odds that the giantess had placed onto them, they continued to
scour for an exit. Now that Lyria had moved, her feet no longer barred
the way, providing such people with an inkling of hope to escape the
torture the elf had created for them. As they reached the ruptured, torn
up the end of the road where Lyria once stood, they stood upon the edge
of a deep abyss.
It dawned onto them now. Her footprint left a yawning pit of
dirt, removing any trace of civilisation was once present. The rows of
houses and array of buildings, the tarmac streets, vehicles and greenery
scoured from the earth, reduced to insignificant stains clinging onto
the elf’s sole. Looking down into the chasm left by Lyria’s foot, beyond
the broken water mains and sewage systems funnelling their fluids down
into the gaping hole, the horrifying realisation slowly dawned onto
those still trying to escape. The chasm was simply too deep to survive a
fall. Even if one was to miraculously land at the bottom of the crater,
there was no way to climb out of the trench her footstep had left.
Such townfolk came to a morbid conclusion, some reaching such
clarity sooner than others did. Either accept the fate Lyria could
conjure for them, or accept the abyss. They debated amongst themselves,
trying to divine a way they could survive and escape, their minds racing
to find an alternate solution. To come face to face with death, forced
to fathom such an end to what should have been another normal day tore
into their psyche, unable or unwilling to accept what was next. It was
not until the first man seemingly calm and collected in spite of the
hell Lyria had created for them, perched his feet to the edge of
oblivion, closed his eyes and dropped over the side.
All of this soon drew the attention of their giant torturer.
As Lyria’s beady azure eyes honed in on them beyond the curvature of her
chest, which soon stirred those grappling with the terrible choice
ahead to action. More and more people took the deadly plunge, accepting
suicide on their terms rather than await the inhuman cruelty the
giantess would force them to endure. Even under the overwhelming gaze
of Lyria, the group struggled to make their decision, unable to willing
follow those who had gone over the precipice to end the suffering.
Meanwhile, the elf was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.
Watching such mixed reactions for the humans sent shivers down her
spine. The tortured expressions on their faces, deciding if they should
take their lives before their new goddess decided to extinguish it
personally. Lyria found it amusing as one by one, more of the group,
howling and crying in anguish at being forced into such an unthinkable
scenario, walked over the edge into the abyss created by her footprint.
There were still those contesting the thought, wracking their minds to
find some kind of alternative to falling into that crater until Lyria’s
booming voiced rung out to mock them.
“Fufufu~” the ground trembled as Lyria lifted her hand up,
drawing the attention of the townsfolk upwards so they could see her
smug, satisfied grin, “I shall help you with your choice!”
“My finger or the fall humans,” the elf wiggled her finger
high in the air, lazily drawing circles in the air, signalling their
approaching doom, “You best make up your mind!”
With that, she selected her first targets. Wishing to make an
example, she found a small group huddling together and slowly lowered
her finger onto them. Rather than give them a quick and easy death,
Lyria held her finger slightly above the group, forcing them to strain
against her. Letting gravity do the work, her finger gradually pressed
onto them. Inch by inch, Lyria’s gargantuan finger dropped onto them,
making the townsfolk trapped beneath strain under the gentle pressure
she applied onto them. Within a few moments, it became evident was the
elf was doing to them.
Everyone still alive looked on, utterly mortified as Lyria’s
finger begun to compact the first group, pushing them into the tarmac.
Their bones began to buckle and break, piercing through their skin, the
sound of sinews snapping under the pressure of her finger, all the while
they screamed out in excruciating, unfathomable pain, unable to prevent
her finger driving them into the ground. Soon enough, their torture
ended when Lyria’s finger completely engulfed them, fully pressing her
finger into the ground, cracking through the earth. As she lifted her
finger, the remnants of the group’s bodies were stuck halfway between
the crater caused by her finger pressing into them and stuck on her
skin.
Setting such an example drove the remnants of the trapped
townsfolk into a frenzy. Those who still retained their senses, ran
towards the chasm as Lyria continued to tap her finger onto random
groups, flattening them into red stains onto her skin. Forced into
action by the elf as they witnessed more and more people being idly
crushed, the townsfolk opted for the fall rather than meet their end
from Lyria’s finger. The elf continued to playfully poke those who
refused to follow their kin over the crater of her footprint. More
people became a crimson blot of her luxurious skin as the street was
soon filled with holes where her finger had so easily decimated both
tarmac and human alike.
Soon enough, the horrified screaming subsided, the final
lingering souls now a stain at the bottom of her footprint either crater
or crushed beneath her finger. Throughout the plethora of torn apart
streets littered with corpses, of rubble and debris that once
constituted a proud, flourishing town, everything returned to a
wasteland. And Lyria revelled in it. With a satisfied grin upon her
face, she soaked in the devastation around her, how a single elven woman
could annihilate humanity with just her gorgeous body. Lyria sighed and
started to lift herself up, believing her work to be done here. There
were those who had escaped her for now, but she could catch up to them.
What such humans had failed to realise was there was no escape from her.
They were trapped on the planet with her and it was only a matter of
time before they met their new elven goddess.
Until she spotted a single man, now frozen in a trembling
cationic state, driven utterly mad by the extraordinary torment of his
peers by Lyria. Even with the overwhelming focus of the elf squarely
onto him, he retained his fetal position, murmuring to himself. Balled
up and cowering, his mind was too broken to comprehend Lyria now eyeing
him up with delight as she devised a new way to tend to the sole
survivor. She picked herself off the ground, wiping off the debris that
stubbornly held onto her buxom body. She then squatted down and gently
plucked up the human speck between her fingers. Such a microbe required
delicacy and nuance not to idly crush as Lyria had something special in
mind.
“Here is my offer human,” Lyria licked her lips, relishing
what she had just devised, “If you can hang onto my nipple for a few
scant seconds I will let you live!”
Daintily placing the nigh senseless human onto her erect
nipple poking against the skin-tight fabric of her suit, Lyria placed
her hands behind her heads. It was then she began twisting her torso,
left and right, letting her colossal chest jiggle back and forth. Her
immense bust pushed the suit to its very limits, the seams struggling
and straining to contain her breasts as they continued to heave. Yet
Lyria remained oblivious to the suits difficulties in containing her
buxom figure, fully enjoying the feeling of her chest gleefully bouncing
around.
“Fufufu~” the elf taunted, her breasts continued heaving about, “Still hanging on?”
Lyria had neglected to realise during the upheaval of her
breasts was that her specially selected toy was catapulted off during
the initial and sudden motion. Lyria, more enamoured with the fun of
swinging her bountiful bust around, failed to notice a slight sting on
her other nipple. Sent soaring through the air, the speck of a man flew
across from one protruding nipple straight into the other. The man
barely had time to scream before he splattered against it, his body
vaporised upon impacting the gargantuan nipple that smacked him. Yet
Lyria continued to bounce her breasts around, ignorant to the crimson
stain stuck on her suit.
In reality, she had already forgotten about the man she
placed upon her nipple. Her perverted mind turned to thoughts about her
taunting everyone escaping by showing off her body. Lyria was
comfortable letting them flee from her now after having personally
attended to the torture of so many in the ruined town. She imagined all
those townsfolk who had run, leaving behind their kindred, if they
turned back now to what was once their home, all they could see was the
monolithic form of Lyria, having the time of her life, both mocking and
flaunting them by merrily jiggling her breasts.
That arousal she had staved off for so long began to emerge
once more as such thoughts consumed her mind. Lyria hoped the scattered
townsfolk were looking at her, as the elf laughing out as she played
with her body within the remnants of their town. When humanity looked at
its voluptuous goddess, Lyria wanted them to see her enjoying their
misery, all the suffering they endured and were going to endure was just
for her enjoyment. More than that, she wondered if humanity could even
glimpse that her reasoning for such devastation was so utterly
debaucherous and self-centred. All those dead, crushed beneath her
godlike body or consumed by her ravenous hunger, the devastation
unleashed just to feed her growing god complex. Lyria knew it was her
job to eradicate humanity as per protocols, but she never knew how fun
it could be. The elf was addicted to the thought of being humanity’s
reckoning, that Lyria, the vengeful, gorgeous goddess here to
exterminate them all.
Having worked up a bit of sweat bouncing her chest around,
Lyria collapsed onto her back, scouring more of the town beneath her,
her buxom frame digging itself into the earth. Calamitous earthquakes
erupted as the elf’s weight ruptured the ground, the terrible tremors
caused by her body could be felt for miles around. However, Lyria was
more focused on herself now, having attended to the deaths of so many
humans, she wanted some time to herself. At first, it was a slow
sensation than ran through Lyria, as she tenderly massaged her breasts,
pinching her nipples. She moaned softly, rubbing her thighs together,
closing her eyes revelling the glorious moments of pure chaos she had
caused.
As her memory stirred, so too did her excitement. Within her mind's eye, she could see them. Humanity crying out for mercy, everyone
and everything becoming an unrecognisable stain under her overwhelming,
towering physique. How her footsteps caused the town’s buildings to
convulse, shattering the very foundations of human civilisation. One
hand remained tightly gripped on her breast as her pace started
quickening. Tugging at her suit, wishing to fully tear it off, Lyria
became frustrated that she could not unclothe herself so easily. Taking
both of her hands, Lyria started to coax the zipper down, straining to
get it past her chest. Finally, she unzipped the suit, her breasts burst
forth, now free of their imprisonment from the confines of the fabric.
Yanking the suit, Lyria dragged it down suit her waist.
In one hand, Lyria held one her freed breast as her other
hand sped its way down into her awaiting moist pussy. As her hand
slithered down, her fingers entering into her ravenous cunt, Lyria’s
moans intensified as did her imagination. She wanted those humans to
hear her lust-filled cries of delight, to see her enjoying herself
within the devastation that was once their town. The culmination of
humanities history, all its progress and achievements were moot as they
were flattened, turned into a stain upon her voluptuous figure as Lyria
wiggled her body deeper into the earth. She could feel the warm milk
leaking out for her nipples, drenching her fingers as she continued to
delightfully tug and squeeze on them. It was utterly intoxicating Lyria,
to think that even as she played with herself, she could create such
untold damage. She thought of how pathetic humanity must be to watch
Lyria finger herself, revelling in the sadistic joy she had unleashed
upon them, powerless to stop her whatsoever.
It was soon becoming too much for Lyria to handle. Soon,
every nerve felt powered up and electrified, her excitement coursing
through every single stem throughout her body. She could feel it all,
the very fibre of her being tingled with such uncontrolled arousal, her
fingers continuing to slam her pussy with growing intensity, fuelled by
her growing lust and desire. Her cries of pleasure grew in strength, the
ground beneath her continued to buckle as her buxom body squirmed under
the exhilaration she was feeling. The sudden swelling of heat within
her was culminating into one glorious moment, the sum total of all this
destruction and chaos. The elf threw her head back as the euphoria
overtook her body. She was soaked in it now, bathed within unaltered,
overpowering throes of ecstasy that coursed through her body and mind.
It was at that moment where the addictive, scintillating sensation took
control of all of her senses that Lyria finally erupted.
Her azure-blue eyes rolled into the back of her head and then
screamed out in pure, unrefined pleasure as she finally came. Her hot,
sticky cum torrented out of her pussy, striking the ruined town in a
cascading flood of her juices. It coursed its way through the streets,
washing its way through the destroyed streets, trickling down into the
craters Lyria had created, carrying all the ruination of a decimated
town. The flowing rivers of her fluids soaked through everything,
leaving what was left of human civilisation beneath a lake of her sticky
mess. Yet that didn’t stop her. She continued to ram her fingers into
her cunt as more of the town became drenched in cum. Lyria wanted all of
humanity to hear her, to feel her coming. There was no escaping her
hedonistic desires, everyone was to submit to her whims and wishes. This
town would be a sign of things to come for all humanity. They were all
Lyria's pathetic, little playthings, whether they realised it or not.
Then, all the excitement took its toll on the elf. Her pace
slowed down, dragging her cum-soaked fingers to luxurious red lips to
lick. All was suddenly still. Panting, flushed rose red, Lyria was
thoroughly exhausted, laying amidst her a pool of her cum and the
wreckage of human civilisation. Nice and snug with a crater outlining
her physique, it took her some time for her senses to regain composure
as the elf desperately clung to that extraordinary feeling that had
fully enraptured her body. Lyria lazily opened up her eyes. It was there
she beheld something truly exciting. A great metropolis loomed far off
in the distance. She let out a content sigh, knowing there was more than
enough time to tend to her newfound target. Lyria wondered what a human
city would be like if she could have this much fun in but one town.