Lyria was still lying on the ground amongst the wreckage of the town, relaxing beneath the warming rays of the midday sun. Her coming had replaced the area with great craters that were scattered, that outlined the size of her enormous bust or where her feet fell. On top of that, her cum formed a thick sticky white layer on top of what was once a built up town, now it was drowning beneath a sea of her fluids. She had little inkling to make a move too quickly towards the city off in the horizon. Humanity had no way of escaping her nor any hope of defeating her. For she had stumbled upon what must have been the rarest opportunity to any elf, an entire species to eradicate all by herself. A race so so backwards and undeveloped, they had barely begun to dip their toes beyond the confines of their planet. In their foolish attempts to contact the wider universe, they had summoned her from the void of space, a preternatural force of destruction of incomparable beauty. Such thoughts that humanity had unwittingly called forth their doom only helped to grow her swelling god complex.
As Lyria was calming herself down, she asked herself why
humanity wished to reach out to others living in the galaxy. Did they
truly think that beyond their small footnote of a planet that anything
would welcome them warmly? That the universe dealt in peace and
understanding, allowing multiple species to live in harmony? Only
childlike minds, muddled with such naive concepts of morality, could
conceive of such notions. There can only be one dominant species and it
was the reason why the first-contact protocol of the Elves was mandated.
The annihilation of any other races encountered during the elves
expansion of the galaxy to maintain their hegemony.
However, humanity was not unique in such fates. Countless
other species met their ends in similar fashions to the one Lyria was
now distributing. Even if Earth were to become a forgotten footnote
amongst the glorious elvish expansion across the stars, Lyria would
savour their memories, for humanity, a race so minute in comparison to
the towering figure of an elf, is a rare delight indeed. Soon Earth
would become a desolate planet beneath her and in the aeons to come of
her long, enduring life, any records of humanity would linger on in her
mind alone.
To think that she had not even used her accursedly tight and
ill-fitting suits other abilities during that initial encounter. Lyria
did at least find it both refreshing and a relief to have the suit
undone down to her waist, giving her massive bulging breasts some
much-needed breathing room. She admired that the fabric was strong
enough to prevent her chest from bursting forth at the seams, even if it
did sometimes chafe around her broad hips and plump buttocks.
Content with her rest, Lyria picked herself up and cleaned
off the stains littering her body, wiping off a mixture of her cum,
sweat and any bits of blood or corpses clinging to her. She then looked
towards the city and thought upon with route to take. The most direct
would take her through fields. Whilst there might be some smaller
settlements, maybe some outlying villages amongst the grasslands, Lyria
wanted more than just that. Then she spotted a highway nearby the town, a
long and winding stretch of tarmac that fed itself into her main
target. From this distance, Lyria could see all these different human
vehicles caught up trying to escape her, some heading outwards and away,
others towards the city. Yet the pandemonium she caused must have made
all those humans panic even more. In their confusion, they must have
further blocked up their motorways with all the congestion. She did not
know that playing with herself would have this much of an effect.
Though humanity certainly loved to congregate itself into
little balls for her to enjoy it seems. It certainly made things easier
for her to spot at her height. With all those cars and trucks stuck a
lengthened patch of grey road, Lyria saw it as a preamble to her fun
within the city. She tightened up her suit, once again struggling to fit
the clothing past her voluminous breasts and then started her stroll
towards the freeway. Lyria made sure to emphasise every footstep she
made, leveraging her weight to make her footfalls as powerful as
possible. She wanted those stuck on that highway to know she was coming
towards them, that they were her next target. Every rumble that shook
their vehicles, every quake that reverberated across their bodies,
increasing in such terrifying strength more and more until they were
unable to stand up, as if the ground beneath them was to break apart
from the intensity. All in an effort to heighten the human's terror and
dread.
No sooner than she had started, the voluptuous elven giantess was looming over a massive portion of the freeway.
Lyria placed her hands on her ample hips and took pleasure in
watching all the specks for a moment beyond the curvature of her chest,
soaking in the fear she had created. Of course, there were those
foolish humans that were fleeing like trapped vermin, believing they
could somehow outrun her, unaccepting of their fates. Others were
begging and pleading on their knees, their quiet squeaks for mercy
barely reaching Lyria's pointy ears. She savoured all these moments her
size afforded her over these pathetic specks. All she had to do was
stand there, even that was enough to drive humanity mad with fear. She
leant over slightly and let her deep azure blue eyes scan across the
tarmac, delightfully indulging in the terror she continued to create.
She straightened herself and then rose her foot up high above the
freeway and held it there.
"I have some lovely gifts for you humans..." Lyria's voice rung out.
Wiggling her toes, she rained down debris that was stuck to
her feet across the motorway. All the accumulated dirt that had clung to
her fell onto anything unfortunate enough to be below. Hunks of debris
as a big as houses alongside flattened mechanical wreckage like cars and
trucks, all of which Lyria had idly had churned up beneath her walk
towards the freeway that had clung to the bottom of her sole now poured
down onto the people below. Though Lyria could not fully witness what
was happening to those below, she could hear the muffled screams and
cries, alluding to the destruction her toe wiggles was causing. To those
humans stuck on the huge section of freeway beneath her sky-blocking
foot, all manner of debris smashed down into them. The debris was
decimating both people and vehicles on the tarmac as it rained down like
meteor shower onto them. Some massive chunks enveloped several cars at
once and cratered into them, flattening the vehicles beneath. Others
were small enough to collide into a single person, tearing apart their
bodies from the force of the impact. Those lucky enough to be instantly
crushed by the wreckage falling from the elf's feet, sparing them from
the gruesome fate Lyria was conjuring up. Lyria feigned her
disappointment.
"Awww... did you not enjoy my gifts?" She said, "Maybe I need to make it more personal then."
Lyria then leaned her foot further away and slowly pressed
her big toe down onto the freeway. The tarmac buckled and cracked under
the weight of her toe, as she made sure it dug further into the ground.
Those directly beneath were suddenly consumed by her shadow and then by
her skin, unable to escape the mountainous descending digit as they were
pressed into the tarmac and then compacted into a red smear upon her
flesh. Others were sent flying into the air once her toe hit the ground
as the violently quaked. Her toe, so utterly monolithic in size, its
width sparkled out onto the fields either side of the roads, easily
consuming both sides of the highway. Her towering digit hung there, as
Lyria wished for the humans to recuperate and experience what she had in
store for them.
After a few seconds, allowing the trembling earth to settle
from her toe, she slowly started dragging her toe back across the
highway.
She continued her coy mocking, "Fufufu~ your species should be honoured to personally greet my toe."
Though all Lyria could feel was the ground spitting beneath her feet, she imagined the panic her single toe was causing to everyone. How one little dainty toe of hers was to be the reckoning of so many humans. Though Lyria could not see it, her toe being pulled back started a towering wall of dirt and debris which only grew in height the more she dragged her toe back. What was horrifying to everyone to behold was how this rising tide churned everything beneath it, swallowing and then crushing it beneath a tidal wave of wreckage. It was stimulating for her to think of the roaring reverberation being caused by her toe was casually decimating everything under it. Lyria made it slow at first, wanting to make it as agonising as possible, trying to instil into the humans below her toe that they were to become an indistinguishable stain upon her toe. That this was how their life would be snuffed out. Yet Lyria soon tired of being unable to witness the effects of her work and sped up dragging her toe.
She bent down and inspected her work more closely. Her toe
had smeared away any sign of tarmac, leaving a brown trail of dirt with a
light peppering of crimson smears where her toe had consumed everything
of human design in its destructive path. There were, of course, others
to play with on the highway. A long thin strip that held so many humans
and vehicles yet it would take too long to attend to them all at once.
Lyria instead decided the city was to be her target of all her
attentions. This highway was her red carpet, inviting her towards the
built-up marvels of humanity. She picked herself up and started walking
to the city. Whilst she could not personally play with the rest of the
highway, she made sure they received some of her divine and sadistic
attentions. She aimed each of her steps to cover the highway completely;
not letting a single inch be spared from her footsteps would be spared
from her. Lyria wanted to build a new road towards the city, one paved
with the craters of her footprints.
Reaching the city made Lyria giddy with delight. A lovely
extensive metropolis, bustling with life and ripe with terror at her
arrival. Immersing herself in the atmosphere, Lyria loved how the cities
buildings were much grander than those hovels she had crushed upon her
arrival, the tallest ones amongst the many structures that littered the
streets reached just up to her chest, yet there was such a variety of
things to experiment with now. Buildings of all shapes and relative
sizes, some equal in height to her ass, above her knees or just about
reaching her ankle. All of them opened up more possibilities than she
could have dreamed of. Such a veritable hive meant there were now more
humans crowding the streets. As per usual with the arrival of her
towering form, the city had been thrown into chaos, as the tremors of
her footfalls grew closer. Even with the reverberations of her
destroying the freeway rippling through the city to elude to how she was
getting ever closer, humanity was still too slow to escape her. Yet
Lyria was all the happier for it.
Standing upon the less developed outskirts of the metropolis,
the elf was about to make her first grand step onto the city but her
gut roared out in hunger again, vibrating the air around her. Lyria
pinched her stomach and sighed, scanning around for any signs of huge
clumps of humans to consume. There were crowds running away from her,
yet Lyria was far too lazy to scoop up enough of those hordes of fleeing
people to satisfy her cravings and thus devised a new approach. She
went down on all fours, letting her legs and hands flatten anything
beneath them. An irresistible feeling coursed through her as she felt
her chest collide with the raised rooftops of buildings below her, her
dangling chest smashing through them. Her deep, bass-filled voice rung
throughout to the city, "You can't run away from me little morsels~."
The hunger pangs intensified, so Lyria, in her new position, puckered
her lips and began sucking in the air, aiming for the streets below her.
Her suction at first was weak enough, as people below were
sent barrelling into her mouth from the airflow, their screams stifled
by the rush of air that was speeding them towards their doom. Yet Lyria
was unhappy with how little she had captured in her initial storm and
begun to increase its strength as more and more, as parts of the streets
broke off and hurtled themselves towards her maw. Anything that was not
tied down, cars, busses, trucks begun to move, and were then launched
into the air, those trapped inside soon joining all those sloshing about
in her mouth. Lyria, however, still was not satisfied with this paltry
offering. She intensified it further and soon her cheeks swelled,
engorged with so much of the city below her, still greedily drawing in
more of streets below into her maw. The vacuum her mouth was creating
consumed everything, weaker buildings buckled and broke, collapsing into
fragments, dragging with them their inhabitants.
The streets surrounding her were now devoid life, Lyria's
suction having cleaned up both humans, vehicles, even some of the
frailer structures, which left barren spots where they had once resided
on the sidewalks. With her mouth filled to the brim, Lyria closed her
lips and started to chew. She savoured the amazing combination of
textures and taste as her teeth ground up the soft flesh of humans
alongside the cracking through concrete and rending of metal. Lyria
found it to be an exotic mixture, closing her eyes, allowing her taste
buds to capture the uniqueness of having both humanity and its creations
being chewed up into a paste. Those still stuck in the buildings below
her who had escaped the tempest she had created could hear the
overwhelming sound of grinding and crunching, of buildings, bodies and
vehicles being compacted between her lips. Once content with her
mouthful, she swallowed down, allowing the churned mixture to slither
down her throat.
Some few survivors, who inexplicably managed to escape the
writhing and churning with her mouth, now faced a worse demise. Those
people were thrown further into the moist darkness as they began to
slide down her throat alongside the chewed up remains of what
constituted their world. What awaited them was the foulness of her
stomach and worse the liquid that lay within. Such unlucky survivors,
barely able to see, fell into a lake comprised of her stomach acid.
Rather than be spared and be instantly vaporised upon plunging deep into
that caustic sea, such people were instead submitted to be slowly
melted within it. Such people swimming in her acid felt every angstrom
of their bodies became wracked with searing, blistering pain; as they
witnessed their bodies excruciatingly disintegrate before their very
eye. In those few seconds of skin sliding off, of bone and tissue being
broken down by the acid, those damned few let out their agonized screams
trapped within the darkness of Lyria's. Before long, their bodies
disintegrated and crumbled away into nothingness amongst the wreckage of
the city now being digested.
Lyria let out a content sigh, "Ahhh, you humans truly are a treat."
A smile spread across her face from ear to ear. "Even your little homes taste heavenly!" Yet her stomach continued to growl. No sooner had her meal plunged into her stomach acids, this reflux of gas swelled, progressively building up within her. Lyria was all too happy to indulge, letting out a thunderous "BUUUUUUURRRRRP!"
Forcing out this intense burp, the putrid and nauseating air spewing forth crashed through the streets below as if a bomb had struck it, as buildings that had withstood her sucking in the air were now obliterated once the force of her belch struck them. The sickening storm summoned from her gut rolled through the streets, blowing through anything in its path as it ripped through brick and woodwork, leaving nothing but the foundations as proof they once stood there. Lyria's burp eventually abated after it had effectively annihilated a swathe of the city, leaving the torn apart remains of structures. She picked herself up and patted her stomach, now fully revitalised from her meal and exhalation.
"Fufufu~" Lyria wiped her lips, "Pardon me!"
After admiring the destruction her roaring blech had caused,
looked over to some rather impressive structures. She selected her first
targets and meandered over towards them, letting her street filling
feet tread onto the remnants of the city levelled by her burp, her soles
cracking through the concrete and sending powerful quakes that rippled
through remaining portions of the city. Upon arrival and closer
analysis, she looked at the gap between the two buildings. She pinched
her wide hips in the realisation that she could not squeeze through such
a tight fit. Turning herself to square up against the taller building,
she sidestepped between the two. Lyria found herself against this office
block that reached her chest, it's smaller opposite behind her came
just to her hips.
The people inside were now greeted with the sight of her gargantuan chest right before their windows. She slowly started turning her torso left and right, letting her breasts wriggle slightly. "Liking the view little humans?" Lyria taunted.
Taking a slight, careful step towards the building in front of her, she let her nipples gently press up against the windows. She leant further in, causing her nipples to slowly penetrate through the office's glass and concrete, as her nips began to dig themselves in. Lyria bit her lip and moaned at the sensation of everything buckling beneath them, the feeling of her nipples pushing through the floors of this office block, the rubble and debris crashing down onto them only exacerbated that sensation. She slowly retracted her nipples back out, endeavouring not to break the building fully just yet.
She looked down at her chest and saw that her nipples had brought
back some uninvited guests from the building. Humans were clinging on
to them, screaming in fear as they tried to grip onto her nipples. Lyria
watched in delight as some lost their grip and fell from her
protrusions, sadly unable to see them splattering onto the street below.
Others somehow possessed far more strength and remained firmly on her
teats. She placed her hands under her chest and cupped her breasts, and
then she began jiggling them, thoroughly interested to see if they could
hold on. Some thrown into the air by the motion, then bounced back onto
her breast before falling downwards and splattering across the
sidewalk. A few remained stuck on her nipples, however, which rather
impressed the elf. Lyria then wished to reward them for their efforts.
Her fingers loomed close to the few humans still holding on to her
nipples.
"Fufufu~ no free rides I'm afraid!" Lyria said. She then slowly started to squeeze her nipples, crushing the few people still left holding on to them. Lyria became enamoured with that glorious feeling, taking that extra bit of time to enjoy those humans’ bodies being crushed between her finger and nipple. Their bones slowly snapping, their bodies breaking beneath her silken skin and then being ground to bloody stains onto her suit and finger.
With that distraction out of the way, Lyria wished to see all
those trapped inside the building and their reactions to her body
engulfing the views from their windows. As she lent over to peek inside,
she was oblivious to the extent her butt cheeks would protrude out.
They collided into the building behind her, tearing through the
structure like wrecking balls, smashing through glass and breaking the
girders and cement that held the top sections together. Those closest to
the windows, who were momentarily blessed with the sight of Lyria's
luxurious ass barrelling towards them were catapulted backwards once her
cheeks struck the building, as her backside ploughed its way through
the office. Her cheeks tore through several of the upper floors as they
idly annihilated anything in their path, spraying out yet the contents
of the office floors down onto the street.
Lyria retracted her ass and took a gander behind her,
wondering what was brushing up against her. Looking behind her, she
found an outline of her ass was partly dug into the building, it was a
wonder the upper floors had not toppled over so much of the structure
was missing. Yet she felt something squirming on her cheeks like
something was stuck to it. Unlike those clinging to hope on her nipples,
Lyria was unawares to all those now stuck on her gargantuan cheeks and
were stuck holding onto them for dear life. She raised her hand and
smacked her cheeks to dust off the debris, unknowingly smashing people
into red stains upon her cheeks. Those not caught be her hand were
thrown from their grasp as the ripple of her buttocks caused by her
smack soon struck them, causing them to plummet off her suit and
splatter onto the ground below. The great slap of her hitting her ass
cheeks boomed across the city, as glass splintered and broke once the
sound had affected them.
Lyria's arousal all throughout this chaos was now beginning
to peak and now she could not hold it back anymore. All this mayhem she
was causing was too much for her. Even now, all she had done was just
plant herself between two flimsy buildings and idly destroyed a portion
of one of the city’s finest buildings with her ass accidentally was
driving her mad with lust. Lyria then spread her legs and attempted to
sit on the building behind her, aiming her cheeks for whatever remained
of the office blocks highest point, hoping in some naive way it would
prove someway strong enough to withstand her bulk.
As she descended onto it, she soon realised how weak these
structures truly were as level by level, floor by floor, her ass
collapsed through each layer with such little resistance it was as if
her butt was passing through a cloud. The cement and steel was unable to
prevent her cheeks from cascading through it as she fell towards the
ground. Her backside quickly plummeted into the earth, creating a
monumental earthquake upon landing which ruptured the land around her.
The ground closet to the epicentre broke apart in a great upheaval, as
buildings and debris were launched up into the air from the magnitude,
the tremors spreading far out into the remaining portions of the city,
throwing those still trying to escape her onto the floor. All the air
that was displaced blew through the streets below like a tornado,
shredding anything caught in its path as vehicles, people and other
parts of the street were caught within the sudden storm caused by
Lyria's ass smashing onto the ground. The quakes reverberated on for a
few second such was the intensity of her full and well-rounded cheeks
striking the ground before it finally settled. In a few swift seconds,
Lyria's plump ass had compacted the once imposing structure into nothing
more than dust and debris beneath her cheeks and had nearly levelled
most of the buildings surrounding it by proxy, throwing the city further
into disarray by the turbulence created by her posterior.
With her butt already on the ground, she reclined her body,
letting her back crash down onto the streets beneath her, flattening
them in a hurried effort to unzip her suit. Lyria toyed with her
clothes, quickly undoing it and pulling it down to her thighs as a
growing demand to satisfy her lewd desires swarming over her body.
Lyria's bountiful breasts exploded out from their imprisonment, her
fingers slipped into her moist pussy.
"O-ohh g-goddess," Lyria could barely speak as her lust began to overwhelm her, becoming more entranced with the feeling of complete power. With one hand massaging her breasts, tugging and squeezing her nipple and fingers squirming deep within her cunt, She looked up to see the building her had toyed with, somehow partially standing after the destruction caused her landing onto the ground. Lyria became further flushed with excitement, sporting a wide smile as she continued to pleasure herself.
"Y-you little perverts," Lyria stammered out, her arousal increasingly peaking, "W-watching me play with myself."
She raised her leg and pushed her foot into the building, her sole decimating the entire structure in one fell swoop, the debris raining down onto another part of town. She left her foot there, partially raised upon the wreckage, loving the feeling of having the remains of the structure collapse down around onto her foot. Lyria left her foot there, half-raised upon a pile of wreckage, listening to the cries of all the humans trapped within the debris of the building.
"A-Ahh," Lyria licked her lips, now so incensed and wracked with pleasure that she is barely able to enunciate a single word beyond her soft moans.
The elf continued to masturbate amongst the wreckage of this
area of the city, the little squeaks and cries of people filling her
ears. Her thoughts were soon overcome with ideas to fulfil her hedonist
delights, how she could complete eradication of all humanity in the most
humiliating and depraving ways possible, that had barely begun and yet
she there was so much room for possibilities. Lyria recalled all those
humans, their pathetic pleas more mercy, begging to be spared as she
ate, blew or crushed them all. It was that same glorious feeling when
she first landed onto that town all over again, that she held such
dominance over such a miserable, pathetic race. Such thoughts only
intensified the pace of her fingers slamming her wet pussy more and
more. Even their crowning achievements, their tallest structures paled
in comparison to her, unable to withstand her a simple prod of her
nipples or being used as a simple seat to hold up her divine figure.
Her thoughts then turned to herself, of her power, her
beauty, her lust that dwarfed every human combined. How they were all
trapped with her on this planet, subject to her carnal desires. Nothing
could stop her from snuffing out their existence, every single human
would know that this elf, their new destructive goddess, with her
gorgeous body, was their exterminator. All these notions rushed through
Lyria and soon her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She squealed
out in ecstasy, her body was overwhelmed as every nerve across her body
ignited in indulgent pleasure. As she finally came, her cries of
euphoria echoed throughout the city. Her cum torrented out and flowed
through into the streets, barrelling through the streets in a great
wave, drenching them beneath a thick white tide of her juices all the
while continuing to orgasm and moan, flooding out more and more of her
juices onto the city. Soon the entrances to the underground metro lines
soon found themselves struck by the river of cum violently flowing down
into them. Those trying to shelter within them found themselves swept up
within her fluids as they pooled downwards and flooded the stations,
drowning beneath her cum.
Lyria laid there on the ground, her massive breasts heaving
out as tried to collect her breath. Lying in a combination of her cum,
sweat and the ruined remains of a portion of the city, she wondered if
she should teleport back to the ship quickly to clean herself up before
pressing onwards. There was little reason to hurry. Lyria wished to tune
in to their broadcasts about her back aboard her ship. She was innately
curious as to how humanity saw her and tried to reconcile her actions,
especially her masturbating on the ruins of their once-proud cityscape.
Such thoughts were broken, however, when a shell whistled through the
air and struck her thick thigh. Such a pathetic explosion did not even
blemish her silky skin but it registered just enough to gain her
attention.
Lyria leaned to her side saw what must be the human's
military, rolling tanks and infantry down some street to confront her.
Eying them with delight, she welcomed the suicidal challenge of those
humans foolish enough to think they could stop her. Cum still dripping
down her thighs, she picked herself up to inspect her new foes. Now
fully extended and towering once again over the city streets to could
see that the human's tanks were still a ways out from her, so Lyria
decided to respond to their provocations in kind. She lifted up her hand
and with her cum still slathered onto her fingers, she flicked a glob
of it onto the encroaching military. Those soldiers soon found a massive
blob of her fluids coursing through the air and then splattering down
onto them, their formation decimated by her viscous juices. With the
vanguard of the military thrown into disarray by her catapulting her
fluids at them, Lyria started to wipe herself down and reaffixed her
suit. Admiring the craters of her ass cheeks where once stood a fine
human structure alongside the devastation she had just caused, she was
incredibly keen to see how strong humanity's military was.