Twinkle crept into the room and heard a deep, wet coughing sound. She saw her companions bound and kneeling next to one another near a glowing stone altar. Blood flowed from open wounds all along their bodies. Twenty ghostly, yet mostly intact, elven corpses pointed weapons down at her companions threateningly. They had an ephemeral glow and wore shining armor. Gus’ greatbow was broken in half and piled next to both Tempest and Blightsteel on the far end of the room. Dozens of dismembered, arrow-riddled elven corpses were strewn all over. Dark blood dripped along the walls. The battle must have been extremely fierce.
Ox lifted his head as Twinkle approached. He was badly beaten, and both his eyes were swollen shut.
One of the elves, holding a curved sword at Ox’s neck, stared Twinkle down as she nervously tiptoed closer. His face was slender and handsome. An unnatural glow pulsated from his bright eyes.
When Twinkle stopped in front of the group, the lead elf dropped onto one knee and held his hand over his heart. The other elves followed suit immediately.
He spoke in Elvish with a high-pitched, forlorn reverence, “Goddess Ashaya, we have awaited your return for centuries. Your loyal subjects have protected the Tiara of the Moon. Please, assume your mantle and command us as you will.”
The rest of the warriors spoke in unison, “Command us as you will.”
Ox sputtered with blood running down his chin, “W-what are they saying? Tell them to let us go. Don’t forget which side you’re on, bitch!”
The lead elf raised his sword and stuck Ox in the back of the head with the pommel. Ox howled in pain and struggled against his bonds while screaming obscenities.
Twinkle shifted nervously. She hesitated at Ox’s words, unsure what she should do. Noticing her pause, one of the guards retrieved a glowing tiara from the altar and approached Twinkle with wide, reverent eyes. He presented the Tiara of the Moon on a black cloth. It was beautiful and looked like it would fit Twinkle perfectly.
“T-Twinkle, please....” Gus whined weakly and painfully, “Help us.”
Twinkle could feel power emanating from the tiara.
The lead elf spoke in elvish once again, “You have been a slave too long, Goddess. Do not allow these usurpers to sow doubt in your mind.”
With the urging of the ghostly legion, Twinkle’s short arms grasped the tiara, and she carefully placed it on her blonde head.
Twinkle convulsed and shut her eyes tightly as the room illuminated with a blinding, white light. She felt a sentient being transitioning from the tiara forcibly into her brain. The being was extremely strong-willed and powerful. Twinkle felt her thoughts and feelings evaporating as the invading, dominating force overthrew her. She was forced to the back of her mind and shoved into a small crevice. She knew the entity could have eliminated her completely, but it chose not to. She was no longer Twinkle, no longer Eadric. She was just a small piece of somebody else. She was a powerless observer. She tried to scream; she tried to free herself. But Twinkle’s efforts were in vain.
Ashaya opened her eyes.
She twisted her hand and materialized a beautiful white gown around herself while simultaneously cleaning the sticky, white residue coating her body. The silver slave collar around her neck rusted and fell away while the tattoo on her shoulder absorbed into her perfect skin. She took a deep breath and ran her hands down her shapely body. This vessel would certainly do. The light from the Tiara of the Moon surrounded her, and she was bathed in a brilliant glow. Her loyal followers looked on with amazement and wonder.
She cleared her throat and spoke her native tongue for the first time in centuries, “Kill the human scum.” She pointed a long fingernail at Eadric, “But spare him.”
Without hesitation, her guards dispatched Gus and Ox with multiple simultaneous stabs. Each fell to the floor with a dull *thud. Eadric began to quiver. He looked up at Ashaya through cloudy, dark eyes.
Ashaya approached Eadric with movement that was akin to floating. She looked down on him in pity and reached under his chin to caress his masked face. She peeled off his mask to reveal a rugged, masculine, very human face complete with a long, dark beard. Eadric glanced down at his fallen allies and shook his head somberly.
Ashaya allowed power to flow through her hands, and Eadric’s eyes instantly cleared. He opened them wide, and they brightened. His beard was absorbed into his chin, and his face became slender and smooth. His ears became pointed while his dark, short hair lengthened. His extremely bulky, muscled body slimmed down significantly and lost all remnants of body hair. More magic flowed from her fingertips, reversing every trace of humanity from her most loyal subject until he was back to his original form. He beamed a relieved, awe-inspired smile.
Tears flowed down his bright, clear eyes as he removed his cumbersome, human armor.
Once he was free, he fell to his knees and cried out in a high-pitched squeak, “Goddess Ashaya, I am yours to command!”
She lightly lifted his chin up before asking sweetly, “What is your name, child?”
“K-Kantl, my Goddess!” He nervously blurted out.
She smiled warmly, “Rise, Ava Kantl, chosen of the Goddess Ashaya.”
Kantl took a sharp breath and rose quickly to his feet. Ashaya turned her attention to the undead elves around her. She blew a warm kiss into her hand, which she then spread to each ghostly warrior with a sweep of her arm. They absorbed her warmth and drew their first breath in centuries. Life returned to their bodies, and color flowed into their faces. A spark flared in each of their bright eyes.
General Vranak stepped forward with his shiny, curved sword. He bowed before Kantl and Ashaya as he asked, “Goddess Ashaya, Ava Kantl, what do you command of us?”
Ashaya stretched her arms up and covered her beautiful white gown with a perfectly fitted suit of shining, gold armor. She manifested a glowing black sword that dripped with destructive power.
She stared at her dark reflection in the weapon, marveling at her beauty, as she proclaimed, “We have work to do.”
ONE YEAR LATER
Ashaya gracefully stepped across the battlefield, flanked by her intrepid general and her most favored Ava. General Vranak held his long, silver sword, which shimmered ominously with human blood. Ava Kantl’s twin blades were similarly coated, but his weapons floated around him defensively, Ashaya’s gifted magic keeping them aloft.
Dead soldiers were piled around her, and the stench of decay hung heavily. Each living elf she passed, no matter how weary or injured they were, bowed low in her presence. Ashaya outwardly paid them no mind but secretly relished their submission. She made her way to an encirclement of her elite royal guards. These warriors were covered in gore and were quick to kneel as Ashaya approached.
Within the circle was a defeated mess of a man. Blood dripped down his dark, wily beard and onto his heavy, damaged, steel armor. He turned his dark eyes to Ashaya as the circle opened to allow her entry.
The man coughed deeply, then spit a bloody glob to the floor, before grunting in his guttural, human language, “Come to surrender?”
Ashaya reached her hands down to gently caress the dying man’s strong jaw.
He violently jerked his head away and spat, “Don’t defile me with your foul magic, she-witch! If you’re here to kill me, just get it over with!”
Ashaya withdrew her hands and folded them below her belly before speaking in the clunky, human language, “Governor Orraj, I’m delighted to finally meet you face to face.” She peered around the battlefield with her bright, innocent eyes. “Your men fought well.”
He scoffed before looking up at her with contempt, “I used to think somebody would stop you. We all did, I suppose. Guess we were wrong.” Governor Orraj sighed, “At least I got to see your famous tits before I died.”
Ashaya giggled, then pulled her armor to the side, revealing her magnificent breasts.
She pushed her chest forward before releasing a high-pitched, breathy sigh, “Well, I would hate to disappoint!”
Governor Orraj held his breath as he stared, wide-eyed, at her heaving tits. He shifted as his manly bulge pressed uncomfortably into his greaves.
When she replaced her armor, the governor laughed, “Almost makes it all worth it.” He stared up at her curiously, “So why DID you keep me alive? Do you plan to enact some sort of twisted revenge for my part in all this?”
Ashaya tossed her hair back and responded through full, painted lips, “Despite yourself, Governor, I was told by your former slaves that you know your way around the female body. I need to replenish my—well, let’s just say I need to bed an experienced man. If you impress me, I may even let you live.”
A look of confusion crossed Governor Orraj’s face. “You want ME to do something for YOU? First, you and your ilk come to my land, uninvited and without provocation. Second, you proceed to slaughter my men, decimate my city, and destroy my way of life. Then, finally, you have the GALL to ask ME for something? You can shove any request up your fat, whore ass. You may as well just kill me now, slave bitch!”
Ashaya twirled her hand, and her clothing melted away. Governor Orraj’s eyes ran up and down Ashaya’s hyper-feminine proportions lustfully. She procured a worn, metal slave collar, which she secured tightly around her smooth neck. She burned a common elven prostitute tattoo on her left shoulder. Ashaya sank to her hands and knees. She crawled and slinked through the mud towards her aroused captive. Governor Orraj’s armor disappeared, and his erect, hairy cock stood at attention. He was lifted onto his feet, and his body instantly became clean and clothed in expensive finery. Ashaya’s naked body was coated in dirt and filth. She sat on her cushioned ass, in the cold muck, before the regal human. She opened her legs, exposing her puffy labia.
She bit her painted lip and squeaked while parting her pussy lips, “Please, Master, I need you to fuck my slutty, slave pussy!”
His eyes were as wide as saucers as he descended on Ashaya like a hungry dog. Ashaya’s royal guard closed their ranks and shielded her from view. Her moans and screams echoed across the battlefield as the governor’s famous cock drilled her like an animal. He flipped her onto all fours and savagely fucked her doggystyle.
Power rippled through Ashaya as Governor Orraj withered away with each thrust. His muscles deflated while his brain turned to mush. He tried to stop himself, but it was far too late. He was little more than skin and bones when the light finally left his body and he went limp.
Ashaya drank in his vitality but stood up disappointed. The mud and dirt stuck to her body like glue. Governor Orraj had barely lasted more than a minute! He wasn’t nearly as skilled as his former slaves reported! Ashaya cleaned her body and removed the slave markings with a flick of her wrist. She replaced her armor and sighed. Ashaya turned and began walking away from the shriveled corpse of the once proud Governor Orraj.
Goddess Ashaya floated across the battlefield, flanked by her royal guards, her most loyal general, and her most favored Ava. She moved towards the last remaining human capital, determined to deliver the knockout blow. She was to lead the new world as an all-powerful empress. There was nothing that the pitiful humans could do to stop her now. She just had to maintain a steady flow of male captives to keep her going.
Deep inside Ashaya’s mind, a shy, tiny, elf whore named Twinkle and a stoic, human adventurer named Eadric silently and powerlessly watched as events unfolded before them. Empress Ashaya would never let their voices be heard again.
Empress Ashaya ruled her beautiful, new, elvish world with grace, poise, and a terrible, unquestioned iron fist.
