Damnadea, divine overlord - Toying with a Wizard

"Fools."

This utterance is for myself alone. In my all-seeing mirror, I witness the destruction of my fourth Devil Lord, Meticlaviclus. He has been bested by the hero, the wizard, and the cleric, a collective of trifling adventurers. It is clear that in my infinite wisdom, I yet overestimated his abilities and underestimated those of the insects. However, it is not even a setback.

The image in my mirror fades and, in its surface, my glorious form is restored. Humans are molded in my image, but in accordance with my superiority, my form is glorious by proportion to their own insignificance. I am twice the size of any of the mere mortals who would challenge me, with musculature to put their men to shame and appropriate feminine aspects to indicate my status as an idol they should rightly worship. I do not burden myself with the garments they bind themselves in, displaying my flawless ivory skin without garb and curtain of silver hair without adornment. My feet are unsullied by contact with the floor: I hover a hair's breadth above it. I am, as ever, perfect.

The ants are without rest. They enter my chamber and stand now before me.

The hero has impressed me, I admit. He is the fairest among them, impressively equipped and supernaturally talented with the blade. However, like many mortals, he has seen little more than two decades upon my world. An ant with tenacity is still an ant.

The cleric is the hero's secret weapon. She is as young as he, and a twig compared to my glorious form. Yet, she has aided him in his doomed procession by healing his wounds with the magic of her feeble deity. That supply of mana is now depleted. Her well of miracles has run dry. I will dispose of her first and taste the despair of the hero.

The wizard is nothing. In my infinite wisdom, I yet confess that I understand not why he accompanies the party. My mirrors have shown no contribution of his towards the efforts of his comrades and the destruction of my army. He is a poor specimen of humanity, aged between three and four decades, yet ill-kempt and garbed in cheap cloth. He is an unsightly blemish upon my kingdom.

For these three, the culmination of their quest and reward for their efforts shall be to hear my voice and witness my power.

"You are welcomed by Damnadea, your Idol." I address the insects with my own tongue in their own rudimentary language. "You have earned my respect for defeating my armies, and my pity for your misguided aspirations. Those sentiments are the two greatest gifts any mortal has ever earned. Now, prostrate yourselves before me and submit to be controlled by my power. Surrender your flesh and bodies to become the foundation of my new army."

The insects listen not to my words. Insolence. They speak amongst themselves.

"We don't have to sit here and listen to this, you know!" the Hero beseeches his Wizard. "You're here to use the seal, right? Use it!"

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!" the coarse-tongued Wizard replies. "I just need another second, let her keep flappin' her gums if it means I get more time... Unless you want to be turned into one of her undead goons, kid?"

"Can... Can she understand what we're saying?" the Cleric squeaks. "Wait, does she know about your seal? That's the only way we have to defeat her, why are you talking about it out loud?!"

I chuckle. I have mastered their language. I am aware of their meaningless plans. To honor their choice of ****, I shall attempt to grant it the reverence it deserves. "Wizard," I speak to the fool. "Rejoice. You have been selected first for the honor of slaughter. I have no use for the pathetic pawn you would become. It will suffice for you to become a pulp of blood in my palm."

The Wizard lets out a shrill, womanly yell, then collects his meager courage. "O-oh yeah? W-well, let's see how you feel about this!" The wizard has been pouring his pitiful energy into a stone, which he now holds before him meaninglessly.

"I have no feelings about your trifling stone whatsoever." I demonstrate this with my eyes. Without lifting a finger, I destroy the stone, and with it, his hope. "Prepare for ****."

"Eeeeyaaah!" As the others ready their weapons for a final stand, the cowardly Wizard shrinks from me and cowers in fear. "D-don't hurt me, don't kill me! Leave me alooone!!" the fool bawls.

I decide to save the Wizard for last, preparing to savor his end. Instead, I focus my attention on the Cleric. I will not give her time to recharge her mana. I turn my eyes to the fragile specimen of a woman.

"Wizard, do something!" the Cleric begs her foolish friend.

"I don't wanna die, spare me, spare me, spare meee-! Wait. I'm alive?" The Wizard mutters to himself, not realizing his **** has merely been delayed. "Did it- Oh! Ohohoho! Ahahaha! Did it work?!"

Ignoring the Wizard's rambling, I cast my gaze upon the Cleric for what I assume to be the last time. The Hero has defied my expectations once again, blocking my rays with his enchanted shield. It will be the last time he defies me; his shield is no more.

The Hero bares his teeth in defiance, and perhaps frustration towards his useless ally. "This isn't the time for laughing! Do you have any other tricks?!"

The Wizard replies, full of mad confidence. "Y-yeah, I do, actually! I got, hehe, I got a big trick in my trousers for our friend here! Tell him so!"

Ignoring the Wizard's ravings, I cast my gaze once more upon the Hero, crushing his weapon in an instant. "Your efforts are futile. Surrender to despair, Hero. The Wizard's got a big trick in his trousers for me, your friend." I mimic the fool’s crazed laughter briefly, showing my fangs in a mockery of human emotion. "Your time has come."

I have stunned the Hero into momentary silence. His stupefaction quickly turns to excitement and he lets out a shout. "Well, come on then! Before she fires again, do something useful!"

The Wizard cackles, performing a pathetic dance that shows his disgusting bare feet for a moment beneath his robe. "All right, okay, uh. Don't kill us!"

"I will not kill you, humans." I allow myself a small smile of satisfaction. "I plan to transform each of you into a minion of my army."

"I-I thought ya said you were gonna off me first?" The Wizard shows his disgusting teeth in a grin.

"Do not attempt to comprehend my machinations," I warn my future ****. "I determined it would be more amusing to see you become my pitiable plaything."

"Except you don't wanna do that neither, do ya?" The Wizard rubs a hand across his dirty beard with misplaced calm.

"I do, and shall do so now." I begin my turning incantation.

"Oh fuck, I screwed it up. You don't want to do that, you wanna let us live as free men and women."

"Naturally. I am not so foolish as to risk a conflict and afford you a chance for an upset," I explained to the lesser intellect, beginning my teleportation incantation. My courtroom fills with ethereal light. "I will return you to your plane and fortify my kingdom to prevent your next ****."

"No, hold up, that's no good, neither!" The Wizard panics at my declaration. "You'll listen to what we have to say, instead.”

“Of course.” I chuckle, enjoying a personal conversation as a rare whim over the years I have existed. “I am not so careless as to let you devise schemes out of earshot.”

The Hero interrupts his chatty companion. “Why are you playing around with this? Just have her end herself-“

“Woah woah woah, m’friend!” The Wizard slaps his companion on the back with his now-familiar madness. “That would be a huge waste of both divine power and flesh, don’t ya agree?”

The Hero returns a disgusted glare to his cohort. Perhaps he is realizing the true depths of the other man’s insanity. “Do you really mean to- all right, look then, why don’t you just tell her you’re her mast-“

The magic-speaker claps a hand over the mouth of his ally and hisses a curse at him. “Are you daft?! The seal’s powerful, but if she gets a whiff of what kinda magic it is, do ya truly believe she’ll not break free? Keep that fool mouth of yours shut, boy! Look, relax. This is our kingdom now. This is our win! Our spoils, our riches. Play it cool, and all of that’ll be yours. I do mean all of it.” Issuing a crude laugh, the man gestures with both arms towards my body. I see the Hero’s young eyes grow wide with new consideration. This wizened fool cannot mean…?

“Your insinuations grow absurd,” I roar at the Wizard, feeling fire billowing in my throat. “The time for listening is over; I have witnessed enough to know further listening is pointless. I shall not kill you. I shall let you live as free men and women… who have been brought near **** as charred, disfigured examples to your kin.”

The Cleric shakes her older ally by the shoulder roughly. “Yes, I do believe the time is over. Convince her she’s chosen to leave us all alone forever!”

The Wizard still doesn’t seem to understand the gravity of his situation, so he simply laughs in the young woman’s face. “Would ya stop freakin’ out? Okay, this oughta calm ya down.” He turns to me and clears his throat, nearly as I am clearing my own of divine flames. “Swallow your own fire, but confidently, like ya meant to do it.”

I cannot help but chuckle. When the insects witness me effortlessly gulp down the flames which were about to burn them to cinders, their eyes grow wide with fear and admiration. Again, I favor the doomed adventurers with a rare gift, the sight of my eyes watering and divine sweat rolling from my body as powerful bellows erupt from my throat; I can tell they are in awe of that power.

The cleric is the first to break their final silence. “Was that a burp?”

The Wizard cackles and rubs his hands together. “Okay, okay, enough funny stuff. Let’s get to the good part! Young man, wouldn’t ya like to punish this demoness for what she did to your good townsfolk?”

The Hero gives him a nod, but his grip on his sword looks unsteady, his fear apparent at the impossible suggestion.

The Wizard throws a skinny arm around his shoulder. “Very well!” He turns to me again for his final words. “You like to let adventurers take out their frustrations on your body.”

“By all means,” I agree, shutting my eyes and wearing a serene expression. “What you insects do matters not to a divine, perfect being.” Having said this, I open one eye, not out of concern, but of amusement. I must see what they believe would bring justice.

The Hero has begun towards me with his sword raised, but the Wizard stands before him, no doubt to warn him of the futility. “Not so fast!” He turns to me again and clear his throat. “You like to let adventurers take out their frustrations on that huge ass of yours.”

The Wizard has begun to test my patience. “Naturally. By presenting the most defenseless part of my being, I most effectively extinguish the sparks of your hope.” I turn in place, hovering a hair’s breadth above the floor, to present my flawless body for their feeble efforts. “Very well. Do what you will. It shall be nothing at all.” I continue to smile serenely as I feel the Hero’s blade sail fruitlessly across my lower body. Any nick that appears is healed instantly. It is impossible for a human insect to damage me as it would be for a single ant to harm a boulder.

The Wizard stops his friend’s futile efforts. His next suggestion, however, reveals his true insanity. “Not like that. Use your hand, dummy! And you, you’re allowing this because ya like it.”

“I admit that I find your trifling efforts and your human emotions amusing.” I chuckle, feeling the hand of the Hero collide uselessly with the mountain of my bare flesh in repetitive, senseless blows.

“Sure, ya say that, but ya actually like it in a different way. Uh, a way us oh-so-significant humans could never understand!” the Wizard mocks my elevated manner of speech, “Because you are horny in a way no human could imagine.”

For once in my many years of living, I am surprised. This human, naturally, cannot comprehend the deep and insatiable lust of a divine being. That he has even begun to guess at the concept is a marvel. It is not so marvelous, however, as the incredible flurry of stimulation the motivated young Hero rains upon my touch-starved body. I favor his efforts with moans of satisfaction. He attempts to rest. I beckon him to continue with momentous waves of the target of his frustration, my proud rear end, bearing repetitions of his handprint to mark his disgraceful failure. I know the depths of his scorn cannot be so shallow as to leave me deprived of more. "Come, human. More is required."

“No, um, I think that’s enough,” the pitiful Hero mewls. “Wizard, can we trust you to… somehow finish this? We two shall return to the town and let them know they’re safe… A-and the rest can be lost to history, yes?”

The Hero and Cleric, who shall themselves quickly be lost to history of my making, turn to leave. The Wizard makes a hasty new proclamation. “You want to let them leave, but you stay here with me, because what you really want is a guy to rail that fat, naughty ass of yours! Oh great Damnadea, show me my place as a pitiful mortal by swallowing my dick with your most glorious hole.”

I wave off the trifling Hero and Cleric as I lie prone, preparing to subject the Wizard to his fate. As soon as his friends depart, the disgusting specimen of a human sheds the few clothes he wears to reveal a hideous, ill-kept human form. However, even his poor example of a penis is a welcome sight for one with a fire such as mine. The miserable creature becomes a plaything for my pleasure. Let it be said that his pleasure was distinct for a human. However, compared to that of a divine being, it was the difference between-

“Oh, and to mock me, you’re only gonna talk like a whorish human bimbo. It'll remind me of what I’ll never experience again.”

I roll my big eyes. “Oh yeah, you’re so good, Baby!” I made the ugly little man feel bad by talking like I was stupid. Of course, the real way I talk is much more smart. Still, it is true that the sex does feel super awesome. “Fuck-me-outta-my-mind incredible,” as a human would say. I have not had a human dick before. I thought maybe it would be so small I would not feel it. Actually, though, it feels like my body always wanted it. I let my booty keep humping against his thick oak rod. It is good that we did this position. I would kill him if I was on top, and that would be way too fast. “Show me some of that white magic, Wizard!” I act like I am a slut begging for his cum.

The loser pulls out and cums all over my big ass. Some of it even gets in my pretty long hair. He wipes sweat from his gross face and grins. “Ready for round two? Okay, first, you’ve decided the sex is so great you’re gonna leave all humans alone forever and let us live in peace. Oh, actually, you might come back… But if ya do, it’ll just be for more mind-blowing sex! With me specifically, unless I die, in which case you’ll pick someone else.”

“Look at you, tryin’ to figure out what’s goin’ on in my big god brain,” I tease him. “That is kinda right, though.”

“Great. But before you go…” The Wizard sighs, but he still has a big horny grin on his face. He slaps my butt even though his nasty stuff is still all over it and makes me squeal. I know he is ready for some more fun. I feel myself getting hot. The old man licks his lips. “You’re gonna crush me with those huge melons of yours, hehehe!”

“Sure thing, Little Man.” I purr and get up. I am so big that my sexy hourglass shadow makes him look tiny. I show off my titties. I bounce them in my hands for both of our pleasure. I start falling on him fast with a playful smile on my face. Already, I am imagining what kind of human I will be getting it on with when the Wizard is gone.

“Hehe, ooho…” The old man does his gross laugh. His eyes get big. “Ho… Oh-oh no, I didn’t mean litera-!“