The Power of a Kiss - Part 1

Hey guys! This is a new series I've been working on. There isn't much in the way of erotica but there's certainly a lot of fun size stuff. This is set in a fantasy world full of sexy elf characters. The emphasis here is size and adventure! I hope you like it. More parts are incoming and as I write them, they'll be permanently posted here.

Not much changed in the Cloud Dominion. Life moved at a snail’s pace but that was how the people liked it. There hadn’t been any threats in over a hundred years, an anomaly brought on by the ever-encroaching clouds beneath the mainland. People said the Cloud Dominion was a floating continent, and if you went over the edge, you’d burn in hellfires below.

But that had not been Alicia’s experience.

The paladins of Dinnin, god of order, believed they were alone in their sanctuary, only suffering the occasional rise of cloud cover. For in the haze lay the unknown. Anything could be hiding in there. And then, one day when the clouds pulled back, the people of the Cloud Dominion looked over the edge, horrified by what they saw.

The continent continued on for miles. But just below their fair city lay an army waiting to surprise the paladins. Alicia rode out to meet them, taking with her a hundred Dinninite Paladins. The harsh winds had cultivated the edge of the mountain into a perfect series of zigzagging ramps.

Her commander Maeve, the Phantom Blade, had already taken the west flank—and with her, another hundred soldiers. This was Alicia’s first true test of battle but she tried to push this fact from her brain. This was the very thing she’d been training for all these years.

She led her steed down the mountain, the beast bickering the whole way. Like the paladins in the Cloud Dominion, it had never ventured into the Grey Fields—the spot where the clouds thinned and one could see the craggy rocks beneath it.

She was like a white ghost zipping across the battlefield. Her gleaming blade came up. To most high-elves of her size and age, it would’ve been too cumbersome. But she’d trained her body and mind for many long hours and it was an extension of her own arm.

Already she could tell her enemy was well-trained. She didn’t recognize the insignias on their cloaks but could tell they were made of the finest material. Where did these people live? There was a whole world beneath the clouds the Dinninites didn’t know about.

She met the first challenger in battle—a dark elf with hateful eyes that bordered on feral. The girl raised her sword high but it was a short blade, meant for ground combat, and Alicia skewered her before coming into range.

The Dinninites were driving them back, as they were probably unaware of the battle prowess possessed by them. Alicia gave chase, hoping to learn more about these strange elves—or at least learn where they lived.

The battle drew her into an old monastic ruin. She wasn’t sure what god was worshipped here, but some of the stained-glass windows were still intact. A few of them depicted a grey-skinned elf feeding the poor or providing shelter from the rain. Alicia had little time to see any of this.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the ground fell away from her. She tried to pull her mount, Gwinny, to safety but the collapse was too quick and she plummeted into the hole.

***

Darkness all around her, save for a few burning blue lights. She didn’t understand what kind of magic looked this deep, like drops of sky. She looked for her steed and found it, covered by a pile of rubble. It made her wince—she’d had Gwinny since she was a girl. The room was large, probably the undercroft for the old monastery.

Above her, the ruin of the main structure. Crowding around the rim was several dark elves. They looked at her as if she were the tastiest morsel they’d ever seen.

“Looks like you’re outnumbered,” said one such dark elf. She was tall and lithe, like all the rest. She wore a helmet to obscure most of her light blue locks. Her eyes burned red as she stared down into the hole. A massive sword rested next to her, its point buried while she held it upright.

“Might I have your name before we do this?” asked Alicia.

The lady twirled in the air, then landed solidly in the hole just a few feet from where Alicia stood. Three more dark elves gracefully dropped behind her, each drawing steel that glinted from the blue lights on the walls.

“You may call me Gwynevere, but I assure you there’ll be little talking left for you.”

“You don’t want me as a prisoner?” Alicia said, but she was only trying to buy time in hopes that Maeve would return and even the odds.

Gwynevere chuckled and gave her enormous blade a twirl. “Empress Noire has no use of prisoners. We want your city and the deposits of Fell Steel beneath where it sits.”

Alicia would very much like to meet this Empress Noire but she was out of time. Right now, it was four against one. If she waited, the odds would probably not be in her favor.

One of the blue lights behind Alicia began to glow brighter. She stepped to the side, putting Gwynevere in line with it and the elf’s red eyes winced over the sudden flare of light. Alicia took advantage, rushing in fast with her sword up.

But Gwynevere was possessed of otherworldly speed and strength, for she brought her massive blade up as quickly as a dagger. It turned away Alicia’s attack, the impact rattling her whole arm.

The blue lights began to glow brighter and now Alicia could tell they were runes dug into the stone of the undercroft. When the lights could become no more intense, the runes began to trail along lines that were cut along the surface. An intricate pattern was unraveling before their eyes, but none of the fighters had time to stop—nor did they realize the fighting was the source of this awakening.

Alicia twirled around, matching Gwynevere’s speed, using the elf’s own soldiers against her. The dark elf hacked away with the big sword, felling two of them in one swoop. But then, four more jumped into the hole and Alicia traded blows, simply trying to stay on the defensive.

The lights converged in the middle of the room and then something peculiar happened—the air started to spin. It was slow at first, but steadily gained speed. Rocks flew from the walls and formed a ring that was easily ten feet high. In the middle, that swirling vortex continued to get angry.

Alicia ducked just as another dark elf slashed where her neck had been a moment before. When she recovered, she kicked the girl into the swirling vortex and she disappeared. Now, there was nothing on the other side of it, just a chaotic, churning tunnel.

She dropped to her knee just as she felt a presence behind her. The blade went up and she braced it with both hands as Gwynevere tried to overpower her. She could feel her knee digging into the hard ground, could feel the blood dripping from her fingers from her own blade.

And then, just as Gwynevere raised the blade, ready to cleave the girl in half, they were both sucked into the portal . . .

***

Of all the places to visit in the world, the Royal Ontario Museum had to be one of Scott’s favorites. He had good memories of the city—growing up in Toronto meant that all kids had good memories. This was a notable locale for plenty of school field trips.

He’d have brought his own kids if he had any. But no matter—the museum would be a lifelong passion. Scott had a middling interest in natural history and thought, at least as a boy, that he’d have made a good archeologist. So much of the past was found in the halls of the ROM and he often wondered—how much of the universe was yet to be discovered?

He sat on a bench toward the entrance where the new, temporary exhibits were usually housed. Right now, a large placard with angry letters said: WORLD IN CRISIS. He assumed it was something to do with the environment, for the halls were full of sad, displaced animals. In the center of the marbled landing stood a stuffed rhinoceros.

Lately, the museum had undergone a bit of a renaissance and thus added a new dinosaur exhibit. Scott wondered how it would fare against similar collections in the states. The ROM chose to house theirs upstairs in one of the lofts where the ceiling was high enough to accommodate a faux T-rex. Just looking up at it made him grin. History was wonderful.

He was about to turn toward the staircase when a stray wind caught his hair and blew it back. There were a few other museum patrons, most around the T-rex’s viciously clawed feet. They also felt the wind, and also searched for the source. No windows were open up here, as the only ones in this loft were high and ornamental.

The wind came again, only this time it was so extreme that it knocked him back a few steps. Parents of a crying little boy grabbed him and raced out, for the shock of the invisible force was off-putting.

When the third wind came, Scott fell back on his bottom and bit his lip. He barely noticed the pain because right in the middle of the marble floor came a swirling vortex of blue light. It was only a few feet from him—at first. It was spinning so fast that it was like an industrial-sized fan shoving him away.

The center of the vortex turned blue and then small stones were pelting him in the face. He shielded his head as he continued to crawl toward the staircase. Since the force of the spiral was pushing him away, it also pushed several large ornamental columns to the floor. He was lucky to avoid being smashed. Also lucky for him, the heavy granite provided a little cover.

A figure burst from the portal. It was female—this was his first thought upon seeing her narrow, yet curvy body. But it was unlike any female he’d ever seen. She was possessed of some otherworldly beauty. Not a human, but no a beast, either. There was a keen intelligence behind her eyes. She was angry—he could tell by the way her long, tapered ears were slicked back.

Or was she afraid?

Quickly, she whirled back around toward the portal as if she expected something was following. Of course, there was, and another strange woman flew from the vortex, a sword as big as her body leading the way.

Two more ladies slipped through the portal and now it was clear it was a three-against-one battle with the white-haired elfin girl holding them off. Scott continued to hunker down behind the rubble, the screams of the other museum patrons in his ears. These newfound creatures either didn’t know they’d entered a world that wasn’t their own, or they simply didn’t care.

He felt bad for the light-skinned girl with the white hair and the too-small sword. The battle surely wasn’t fair. But what could he do? He had no weapons, he didn’t have any sort of fighting prowess. The only thing he did have was a bag from the giftshop with a Christmas ornament inside.

The dark-skinned girl in the helmet lunged with her sword and each time it came down, the weight of it smashed the pretty marble floor to bits. With one wild spin, she took the leg right off the T-rex and it fell on its side as if gravely wounded.

The light-skinned elf ran up its tail, rushed across its body and then launched herself into the air, sword down in an attempt to skewer the lady with the hefty blade. At the last minute, that giant blade came up and cut across her leathers, eliciting a painful cry.

“I don’t know where we are,” said the attacker. “But I’ll kill you and leave your corpse here.”

The lady was not deterred. She fended off the helper warriors, her swordwork bringing them both to a quick end. She wasn’t giving up that easily, but Scott recognized the defeated look in her eyes. He had so many questions, but the heat of battle meant those had to wait.

Two more dark ladies (elves?) slipped through the portal and circled around the lone girl. She held them back, her parries and ripostes far more advanced. But she was slowing, as evidenced by one of them scoring a hit—a thin cut across her midsection. Blood ran through her fingers as she clutched it.

“I’m still going to take your head,” said the lady with the enormous sword. “Empress Noire will no doubt want a trophy from the mountaintop people!”

One of the elves advanced, slender sword came up, and was redirected almost instantly. The girl in white stared in disbelief over her own lack of strength. Now, she was trying to retreat, her feet steadily moving backwards as if she were a fencer on the defensive.

“Feeling a little heavy?” asked the dark elf. “That would be the Marigold poison. It comes from our most deadly vipers down at the foot of the world. It’s slow, excruciating and it makes you feel as if you weigh ten times as much. Or so I’ve heard.”

She brought her heavy sword down again but it was barely needed because the white-haired elf’s blade clattered to the marble floor. No more did she have the strength to hold it. Scott felt so powerless. He was about to witness someone’s murder. And once the girl was dead, these vile creatures would probably spread to the rest of the museum. Rather than watch, he knew he should’ve been calling emergency services.

The dark elf snatched the injured girl by the throat and lifted her into the air. She wasn’t struggling, her hands didn’t try to fight off her attacker. It looked as though she’d resigned herself in both body and mind that she was going to die soon.

“Let her go!” said a voice that startled Scott. It took a moment to realize he’d been the one to shout it. Where did that courage come from? All eyes were on him—the dark elves and the dying girl.

Then, the aggressor tossed the white-haired elf his way. He didn’t have time to move, so he put out his arms and caught her. The inertia surprised him so he tumbled back and fell with her on top of him—and then something odd happened.

Her soft, trembling lips were upon his . . .

He wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if it was simply the way she landed—or if, in her poison-ravaged brain she was unaware of her actions. Scott didn’t know what else to do. They were both about to die, so he returned it.

A horrid thought struck him—if she’d been poisoned, did that mean she was now transferring it to him? He didn’t want to think about that, but it was difficult considering his lips were starting to tingle.

As she lifted herself up on weak arms, she stared at him with pink eyes. There was something there, something she didn’t understand. But even with a creature he’d never seen before, he knew her color was returning. Her arms steadied and she stared at him as if she wanted to eat him. She licked her lips with her thin, pink tongue and then, quite surprising, came in for another kiss.

“We do the strangest things on death’s door!” said a voice behind them. The dark elf was coming and she would probably skewer them both with that giant, menacing sword.

The tingling in Scott’s lips spread to his face, then to his neck, then down his body. He was certain this was the fast-acting poison racing through his system, setting up shop, figuring out the best way to tear him down. So, he didn’t mind—and neither did the girl, when he lifted his tingly hands and placed them on her bottom.

The dark elves must have been enjoying the show since Scott, nor the strange lady, were dead. But this was but a minor rattle in his brain, as now he was noticing something quite peculiar . . .

The girl on top of him was getting heavier. Not only this, her lips felt mismatched, as if they’d spread to the sides a little too far. He was still holding her ass, still pulling her against him, but it was all different now. Is this how poison made someone feel? As if everyone else was . . . bigger?

But she was just as clueless—he could tell from the moment her eyes saw his slowly dwindling body that she’d never experienced this before. Scott tried to say something but she seemed lost to her own pleasure. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him—but his pants didn’t go with him.

He tried to hide his erection but didn’t think anyone was looking at it. A brilliant white light had encapsulated the white-haired elf. Scott looked down the length of his body, probably about half as long as it had been before. Along the girl’s stomach, the wound began to stitch together. A few green droplets oozed onto her new skin, then rolled away—the poison being expelled from her system.

Like her stomach, the wound on her arm also disappeared. When she was fully healed, a light golden glow encased her skin.

“Kill her! Kill her now!” said the vengeful dark elf.

The light-skinned lady turned just in time to catch the swinging blade between her palms, just inches from her head. Scott was now less than two feet tall. When the elf turned around, she put her boot right between his legs, just inches from his most vital organ. He crawled backwards into his shirt, fighting to keep his eyes on the battle.

Two more dark elves tried to take her down but they couldn’t best her. She fought them off—one she punched so hard the girl slammed into the T-rex’s abdomen and revealed the plaster and metalwork inside. The other she lifted by the throat and tossed against the wall with a sickening thump.

But the golden glow encasing her skin began to dim. Scott kept shrinking, wondering just how far it would go, wondering how it even happened. A lot of today’s events didn’t make sense.

Her heel was so big now that his legs couldn’t part around it. He brought his knees up to his chest and continued to shrink. Looking up, her leg was enormous, like a redwood tree, and he couldn’t see beyond the curve of her ass. Still, he could tell she was struggling, that the well of power she’d found was now running dry.

With the last of her power, she knocked the massive blade aside and delivered a punch so hard that the dark elf’s helmet flew one way and she another. Now with a moment of recovery, the light-skinned elf turned around and quickly sought the tiny man. When she found him there, a coin-sized person on a thick, fluffy shirt, she scooped him up.

He wasn’t ready for the vertigo of what amounted to rushing up the length of a skyscraper. For a moment she held him in front of her eyes—he was incredibly small, much smaller than he’d realized on the ground. Her irises were indeed pink. When her pupil dilated, he could see his reflection in it. How small? Less than an inch, most likely.

“Try not to struggle,” she said, just as he heard a noise at the other end of the room—the dark elf was getting to her feet.

“What?”

And then, she opened her mouth and slipped him inside.

Scott screamed from the bottom of his lungs but it felt so insignificant, so weak. His voice vibrated against her cheeks but it didn’t matter. He didn’t think she was going to let him out. At least he was no longer shrinking. He kept his eye on the backside of her front teeth and noted that although they were menacing, they weren’t getting larger.

She seemed to have no interest in eating him, either. There’d been plenty enough time for her to swallow him whole or work him over to her molars and crush him like a grape. Instead, she was leaving him in the front of her mouth, on the tip of her tongue.

While there, he could feel the tremble of her lips. He may not have been shrinking, but the giantess was still reaping the benefits of . . . whatever had happened. Did his growing smaller make her more powerful?

He had so many questions. He only hoped there’d come a time when she spit him out and explained them all . . .

***

The Cloud Dominion was full of stories of power. Alicia remembered quite a few of them but failed to place any that mentioned shrinking. But, rather than build a backstory in her head, she concentrated on the fight at hand. The moment she placed the shrunken man inside her mouth, Gwynevere was upon her again.

The golden light spread throughout her body and made her feel light and powerful. When the blade returned, she knocked it aside with her wrist—a move that would’ve taken her hand right off—but now sent the massive weapon careening into the wall.

“What power is this?” Gwynevere said, circling around. Alicia didn’t answer, for fear of dropping the tiny man and losing her advantage.

Just then, the portal began to make an odd sound. There were only a few portals in the Cloud Dominion but she’d seen them enough to realize when one became unstable. The debris began pulling inside it. Parts of the strange, stuffed beast were also sucked in.

Dead elves, scraps of marble, glass, and iron. Gwynevere gave her a wicked grin and said, “This isn’t over!”

She rushed to her sword, yanked it from the wall, then let the portal’s fury suck her in. Alicia picked up her own blade, held it high, then rushed in behind her.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness so she swung her blade around, knowing that whatever was in the undercroft with her would be an enemy. But once the blue light dimmed and she could see, she was surprised to find herself alone. The minions of Empress Noire, knowing they couldn’t beat her, had run off.

Sensing the vigor still in her muscles, she jumped up to the surface of the temple. It was empty. Darkness had fallen—so how long had she spent in the other world? She knew that time dilation was possible, and was also likely for rarely-used doorways. She only hoped that she wasn’t gone for years.

Without Gwinny, it took her a moment to reach the top. She was vaguely aware that a tiny man still swam in her mouth, close to her front teeth. But once she had Hilltop City in sight, she stared up at the moons and made a quick calculation.

“Three days,” she said aloud. “I’ve been gone three days.” The words felt so weird since she was keeping her tongue still for the little man. And now she knew she needed to do something about him.

She spit him out on her hand. He was alive, struggling to right himself. When he rolled over and saw her staring down at him, his eyes grew wide. He was a human—those had existed long ago but had since gone extinct.

“You . . . you shrank me!” he said.

She nodded. “I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t know it would happen.” As if her body sensed this, the golden aura faded and she felt normal again—but to her mind, it wasn’t normal—it was weak.

“What are you?” he asked.

At first she found this offensive—the better question would be to ask her name. But then again, just as she’d never seen a human, he’d never seen an elf. Maybe elves were never part of his culture.

“I’m a high elf,” she said. “And my name is Alicia.” She brought her face in close and raised an eyebrow. He was too bewitched by her proximity that it took her clearing her throat for him to understand.

“Oh, I’m Scott. Um . . . I’m a man. A human.”

“I see,” she said, and started the trek back toward the lights of Hilltop.

The battlefield had already been cleared and she wondered if her people had given the dark elves a proper burial. She also wondered if her commander, Maeve, had returned from battle. So much could’ve changed in three days. The fact that no one battled at the foot of Hilltop was an interesting development.

Halfway up the hill, she noticed something peculiar. The tiny man was a little heavier. When she held him up to see him better by the moon’s silvery glow, she made the discovery that he was twice as big as before.

“You’re growing back to normal,” she said.

“Oh, thank God.”

“Which God is that? I doubt you serve Dinnin.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion. “I’ve never heard that name before.”

“Interesting.”

“So what is this place? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You are in the Cloud Dominion. That up on the ridge is Hilltop, my city.”

“Looks . . . quiet,” he said.

“It’s late.”

But now that she thought about it, the city did look rather deserted. Even after dark, the market was still open. It was centrally located but the light it provided often hung in the air above the city. She didn’t see that, nor did she see the gold and red pennants flying above the turrets.

Scott was growing heavy in her hand but it would be too much trouble to let him walk alongside her. It would take them hours to get to the city. So, she cradled him in her arm while she felt him gently continue to stretch out.

“I should let you kiss me again,” she said, a little more playfully.

“Oh?”

“Then you could shrink back down and I could resume carrying you in my mouth.”

“Oh. I suppose . . . that would be alright.”

But before she could make good on the offer, a shadow pounced . . .

***

A fast moving shape whirled in front of Alicia. It was another lady, for her breasts were level with the hand holding the tiny man. This newcomer was also elfin, with short pink hair. A brilliant cloak of plum and gold flowed around her slender body.

“Commander Maeve,” said Alicia. She started to take a knee but Maeve pulled her back to her feet, an urgent look in her eyes. She didn’t see the tiny man right away.

“You must come with me right away.” Then, her eyes locked on the tiny man and she lifted Alicia’s hand for a better look. “Oh, my! Is that a . . . human? A tiny human.”

“Yes. But what’s wrong, commander?”

She turned serious, expression falling off her porcelain features. “We’ve been invaded, paladin. And we’re being occupied . . .”

“How . . . how is this possible?”

“After you disappeared, Empress Noire brought a force so large that we had no choice but to abandon Hilltop. They’ve been looking for a soldier named Gwynevere.”

“I think . . . she’s the one I fought. She was well-trained.”

“Many of them are well-trained. We’ve learned a lot about this enemy in the last few days.”

“Where are our people?” Alicia asked.

“In the Whispering Caverns.”

“How many dead?”

“A few dozen soldiers. Very few civilians, thank Dinnin. We don’t have a plan to retake the city.”

Alicia grinned and held up her hand again. “Meet Scott. We certainly do have a plan.”

***

Gwynevere grew up in a cave. Most of the people in the Cloud Dominion didn’t even know that half of their world’s population dwelled under the streets, far below in tunnels where giant worms once burrowed. The dark elves hated the light and it took years of exposure just to walk in the sun uninhibited.

But she could get used to life on the surface.

The moment she came out of the portal, she made the same discovery as Alicia—Hilltop had grown silent. And while she didn’t know the above-ground city’s daily routine, she thought it quiet enough to snoop. That’s when she found her brethren living in houses, occupying the markets, the barracks, and the keep. The high-elves had been laid low.

“We thought you were lost forever,” said Empress Noire from the throne room. There was a long smear of blood on the carpet, most likely from the previous ruler.

“How long have I been gone?”

“Three days,” said the Empress.

“The city changed hands rather quickly.”

“That’s what happens when you put your best fighters in battle,” said a snarling voice from the side.

A figure stepped out of the shadows, for the wall sconces in the throne room had not been lit. Kiva wore a grey cloak that trailed the ground, the ends cut frantically into uneven strips. Her hair was high and untamed, eyes red with a soft glow.

“Good to see you, Kiva. I missed you during the invasion.”

“I hate the light. We should’ve gone under the cover of night.”

Another figure emerged from the shadows—this one tall and thin, with a thick layer of muscle underneath. A black and gold cape trailed behind her. A short skirt ended at her ivory-colored legs. She kept her hand atop the hilt of her rapier.

“You should know better than to question the Empress,” said Maza Remoire. “The invasion was a complete success.” Noire looked on with a smug grin.

“Consider it a win,” said Empress Noire. “And celebrate our victory. We will be moving on soon enough. There are other hilltop cities all across this land.”

She nodded. Kiva said, “Did you kill her?”

“What?”

“The fair-headed elf you chased into the portal.”

“No. She lives. And she’ll probably be coming for us!”

Empress Noire laughed.

“We command this city now. What can one elf possibly do?”
 Gwynevere grimaced and said, “More than you think.”

***

The Whispering Caverns were full of basalt. They all led to the sea—something that was widely believed the dark elves had an aversion to—which turned out to be true. Since they didn’t invade the Whispering Caverns during the invasion of the city above, it was safe to believe the dark elves didn’t know about them.

Most of the cavern was a giant etched chamber where people congregated or held meals. The sides were thick with tunnels, most of them dead ends, but all of them used for private quarters. The people of the Cloud Dominion had been housing supplies there for generations. Life had been good for years—but that didn’t mean a bad season could fall upon them.

By the time Alicia reached her people, many of them lounging in the main chamber, Scott was almost two feet tall and walking behind her. His tiny legs struggled to keep up to her long, steady gait. Ever few minutes, he experienced a growth spurt and it gave her a theory—maybe she didn’t take his power through the lips. Maybe it was simply his proximity. This, of course, would need to be tested . . .

He looked rather adorable as he passed curious faces. His little hands draped across his most intimate area but he often exposed himself during moments of growth. When she found her inner circle of paladins, he was almost waist high.

“What have you found here?” asked Nym, a mage knight who’d seen many battles in her youth. “A human? And he has the power of size?”

“Not exactly,” said Alicia. “There’s much we need to discuss.”

Like all aspects of high-elf culture, life revolved around the servitude of Dinnin. This was doubly important for the inner circle of paladins. Those brave ladies entered into service and never left it, but acting members were soldiers first. Maeve led with grace and strength, so Alicia turned over the tiny man to her.

The paladins assembled in the subterranean temple devoted to Dinnin. It had been constructed generations ago, but all spaces needed a place to give thanks and seek guidance.

“So you say a kiss made him smaller?” said Maeve.

“That’s right.”

Every paladin was assembled in the audience chamber. The sisters Nym, a storm knight, and Shizare, a spellblade. Hima, a skilled fighter and keeper of the blue spirit flame, and of course Alicia and Maeve.

Scott stood in the middle of them, now nearing his normal size. Alicia approached him and noticed that he was already slightly taller than her.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and he rolled his eyes, knowing that a demonstration was coming. Much to the girls’ laughter, she pulled him in for a kiss. The effects were almost immediate.

While Alicia was bathed in a golden light that made the paladins wince, Scott began to dwindle. He covered himself, but they couldn’t help but notice his erection. Apparently men were far better endowed than elves.

“This is remarkable,” said Maeve, coming closer. “He’s an Echo Auger.”

“A what?” said Nym, and then she turned to Shizare. “Didn’t grandmother talk about them once?”

Shizare nodded. “There used to be lots of them, right?”

Maeve nodded. “Long ago, there was an Echo Auger for every paladin. They complimented us in battle—and in the bedroom.” This made Scott blush all over again.

“What happened to them all?” Alicia asked. She noticed that her power was fading and that Scott had stopped dwindling at roughly half his size.

Maeve shrugged. “They were all killed or captured. Empress Noire isn’t the first to assault Hilltop, but we may just have a chance to overthrow her before she can spread across the Cloud Dominion.”

“How?” asked Alicia. “I’m a single elf. I can’t take on an army.”

“The Echo Auger isn’t confined to one elf,” said Maeve. She approached Scott and gave him a kiss, just a peck, and he started to dwindle down again.

Maeve’s eyes burned with a ferocious, purple light. She clenched her fists and then punched the air, launching a purplish beam into the cavern wall. It passed right through and continued on until it fizzled out.

“It isn’t just speed and strength that he lends us,” said Alicia. It was more of a realization than a statement.

Maeve nodded. “He serves to amplify our power. If he is consumed by us, we may temporarily steal his size and turn it into something useful.”

“Do I get a say in this?” he asked, now shrinking down to roughly two feet tall.

“I don’t think this is a bad thing for you, little guy,” said Hima. She stood over him, her short, pleated skirt revealing her most intimate secrets to this tiny man. Again, his face turned red.

She was master of the blue spirit flame. As a demonstration, she summoned an icy dagger. It looked like an icicle as it thickened and grew longer. Then, she tossed it away where it shattered into a thousand pieces.

“Impressive,” said the two-foot-tall man.

She shrugged. “But I have a feeling it could be better.”

She lifted him onto her lap and this time, rather than kiss him, she slipped his cock into her mouth. This was met with plenty of laughs and coos, for the Paladins of Dinnin were hardly prudes.

At first, he seemed to fight her—his little hands came up and attempted to push her face away. But then, he realized it felt nice and relaxed his arms. Alicia could see the frost forming across Hima’s brow. If it was cold to the shrinking man, he didn’t show it.

Hima’s lips passed over his dwindling dick, lapping at the head, bringing him close to orgasm and then pulling back. When he was no more than six inches tall, she placed him back on the floor by her feet.

The other paladins stared at Hima but it was Alicia who finally said, “So?”

Hima’s eyes glowed a fierce blue. When she cracked a grin, her teeth were shiny like crystals. She raised a hand and summoned another dagger, only this one was white and streaked with blue power. The cold wafted off the blade and it made Alicia’s nipples harden. The fighter dispelled the blade and the heat returned to the room.

“Does he have to make contact with our lips?” asked Shizare. “Is that the only way the magic works?”

Maeve said, “In legend, the Echo Augers simply had to be ‘one with their host,’ whatever that means.”

“Time for an experiment, little man,” said Shizare, coming to stand over top of him. He looked scared, as if she might devour him.

She wore black boots that climbed as high as her thighs, the tops disappearing beneath her short, black skirt. But from where she stood, Scott could see the clear outline of her glistening pussy. As her hands rested on her stomach, he seemed to understand what would happen next.

“Are you seriously going to try this?” Alicia asked, feeling a little jealous for not thinking of it first.

Shizare shrugged. “If he were going to aid me on the battlefield, it would certainly keep my hands free.”

She bent over and snatched the tiny man from the floor and carried him over to one of the temple pews. One leg up and one on the floor, she pulled out the band of her smallclothes and then dropped the tiny man inside.

“He’s feisty!” she said, biting her bottom lip. “But he’s doing exactly what he’s supposed to do!”

Like the other girls, Shizare’s eyes took on an otherworldly glow. She bit her lip and dropped her head, for the little man had already gone inside and was filling her with great pleasure. Every other girl in the room grew jealous and wondered if this same method would work for them, when the time came to tap Scott’s power.

Shizare’s drew the sword from her hip and a trail of fire ran up the length of the blade. For a moment, it grew so hot that Alicia had to look away. When she looked back, a jet of flame was shooting from the tip, dying across the wet ceiling of the cavern.

“This is . . . pretty amazing,” said Shizare, struggling to speak while the little man worked her insides. “I don’t think he’s shrinking. He still feels six inches tall.”

“Then a kiss activates the shrinking,” Maeve observed. “Is he growing back?”

Shizare shook her head. “No, and that’s quite a shame. It might feel nice for him to get a few inches bigger right now.”

“We have a lot to learn about him,” said Alicia.

Nym noisily cleared her throat. “I’d like to see what kind of power he will give me.”

Shizare grinned and grabbed her by the forearm and squeezed—it was the kind of grasp from someone experiencing the best pleasure of their life.

Shizare said, “In a minute, dear sister.”

***

While the Paladins of Dinnin were experimenting with their newfound power. Empress Noire lamented over the same event. This could be devastating to her people and even worse—devastating to her conquest.

From the moment Gwynevere explained the strange occurrence in the other world, Noire knew exactly what had happened. Alicia had stumbled upon an Echo Auger, a rare, mystical power that everyone thought had gone extinct. It had gone extinct, she realized. This power had been imported from another world.

“I know where they are,” said Kiva later that night. “We can kill the paladins and take this power for ourselves.”

“And where might they be hiding?” Noire asked.

Kiva said, “In a series of caverns. It’s near the water so they assume we won’t go near it.”

Empress Noire grinned. “Silly elves. I want to wipe them clean from our world.”

“I will accompany her,” said Gwynevere, sword hanging on her back.

“You will not. You have another task. I’ll not have the paladins slip through your fingers again.”

“Empress?”

Noire stood and glided down the steps to where Gwynevere knelt. “You could’ve taken this power for us but you let our enemies have control. I should take your head right now.”

“I’m sorry, Empress,” she said, and hung her head.

“Oh, stand up, you fool,” said the Empress. When Gwynevere was on her feet, she saw Maza grinning at her from the shadows. There was a fierce rivalry between the dark elves. It was always enjoyable to see one of your own at the end of Empress Noire’s wrath.

“What would you have me do?” Gwynevere asked in reverence.

“We cannot fight them in the caverns,” said Noire. She turned to Maza Remoire and held out her hand, waiting for an explanation. Maza was a master tactician, after all.

The tall elf said, “They are too deep for our siege weapons and the narrow tunnels prevent us from overwhelming them with force. Nevermind this new power they seem to have adopted.”

“Then what?” Gwynevere asked.

Empress Noire said, “We have twenty-two prisoners of war in the holding cells downstairs.”

Gwynevere’s brow furrowed in confusion. “And?”

“And we shall force the hand of the good Paladins of Dinnin.”

***

The girls spent the whole night experimenting with Scott. This led them to several discoveries. The most notable was that his shrinking occurred at different intervals depending on the girl who was using him. Alicia could make him dwindle fast—reaching only half an inch in only a few minutes. The trick was to continue kissing him, to actively steal away his inches.

Kissing him was also the precursor for getting extremely small. It was as if the Echo Auger’s body knew just how little to become, depending on the method of shrinking. When someone sucked on his most intimate part, he never dwindled past the point of the paladin being unable to service him. The same went for insertion. There was an intuition formed between Scott and the ladies—and whatever magic surrounded them all.

The next day (for they assumed it was daytime with the slight rise in temperature), they acclimated Scott to their temporary home. The paladins gave him food and drink and even clothing. For the most part, he was allowed to remain normal size. But when the girls were curious, they bled away his inches.

“We have to figure out how to use him on the battlefield,” said Alicia. “I can see why there were many Echo Augers back in their day. It isn’t practical to share him while we’re in the middle of fighting.”

It made Scott grimace. Being lost on the ground during the heat of battle could be terrible for him. So much chaos, so many stomping feet. He’d be lucky to survive on someone’s person.

Both Nym and Shizare made him react just by having him on their bodies. Late, before everyone got off to bed, the sisters took him into their private chamber and initiated sex. Shizare allowed him to climb on top—still normal size, of course—and push his cock into her. Scott kissed her and managed only a few thrusts before his inches began to melt away.

“At least you’re pleasurable when you’re tiny,” she said, and pulled him down for more kisses. Still, he thrust but by now he was slipping out each time. His tongue moved from her lips to her neck and then to her breast. When his weight was enough for her to manage, she grabbed his thighs and kept him in place so he could glide his tongue across her nipple.

“It’s like I’m a car battery,” he said between licks.

“We don’t know what that means,” said Nym, who’d started to kiss along his back, hastening the process.

“A battery starts the car . . . um, the thing my people use as a horse and carriage. The battery gets it going but it’s not needed once the car starts. That’s me. Your kiss gets me going but then I keep shrinking as long as I’m touching you.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” said Shizare. “Now stop talking.”

They played until late at night, both girls winding down and talking little, then talking none at all. Scott pondered his situation and wondered if and when he’d get back to his own world. Was this his life now? To be nothing more than a sexual weapon? The thought of that made him grin and that’s when Alicia entered the sisters’ private chamber and announced that they were all leaving.

“What? Why?” asked Nym, yawning and sitting up.

“There’s been a development. Our lookouts to the south made a discovery. Some of our people . . . some we thought dead, are down on the beach.”

Shizare said, “Send a party to bring them to us.”

Alicia grew quiet for a moment. Even Scott—all six inches of him there on the bed between the sisters—could tell she was bothered by something.

Alicia said, “They’re in cages.”

***

“You know this is a trap, right?” she said a little while later to the assembly of paladins.

Maeve nodded. “I do. They’ve no doubt found our hiding spot and know they can’t overwhelm us with numbers. They’re drawing us out.”

“What will we do?” asked Hima, already suiting up for battle. “And when do I get the little man?”

Right now, Scott was riding between Shizare’s breasts, his torso wrapped with a leather band that fed into a pendant hanging around her neck. This way, she could hand him off but the delivery device would be useless if he shrunk again, which was almost certain he would. Still, it kept him in a position to see the action.

Maeve said, “We’re going down to retrieve them. I would imagine Empress Noire’s forces will be waiting.”

“This is folly,” said Nym. “We don’t have the numbers. They overwhelmed us at Hilltop and they’ll overwhelm us on the beach.”

“We don’t need the numbers,” Alicia said, although she was uncertain. “Scott will amplify us with enough power that we can take on the whole army.”

Maeve laughed. “You’re sure about that? I mean, we are more powerful with an Echo Auger, but he is but one person. What happens if he should die in battle?”

Alicia stroked his face as Shizare thrust out her chest. “I’ll protect him. Let me lead us.”

The paladins looked around to one another. They’d served each other in battle before, long ago when the hilltop cities suffered a civil war. But they’d never faced an adversary like the dark elves. Sure, it was noble, but could they possibly win?

Maeve said, “Then you will lead.” She nodded to Shizare who lifted the pendant—along with the tiny man—and handed it to Alicia.

She looked so beautiful up close. Everyone appeared sharper with deeper colors and lines of contour but something about Alicia made his heart leap. She fought the urge to give him a kiss—and thus make him slip out of his harness—and placed the pendant around her neck.

Maeve eyed the tiny man and said, “Get ready, little man. If you save the day, you’ll be a hero to us all.”

***

While most of the Whispering Caverns were well underground, a few of the entrances were on the surface. Maeve made sure these were guarded at all times but Empress Noire would’ve been a fool to assault the high elves through those narrow passages. One of the tunnels led to the south beach where it overlooked the Teardrop Ocean, a vast expanse of water that was believed to drop right off at the edge of the world. Even here, the clouds obscured most of the world.

The paladins brought with them a small contingent of soldiers. Alicia led with Scott hanging around her neck. From the tunnel exit they could already see the trio of cages and the elves crowded inside. There was no sign of Empress Noire but it was dark, the moon hanging high in the sky. Those dark elves could’ve hidden themselves anywhere amongst the darkened dunes.

“Are you ready for this?” asked Scott.

“I suppose. Why?” Alicia asked.

“You’re nervous.”

“I am just fine,” she said, but she couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice. “How do you know I’m nervous?”

“I can feel your heart beating. It’s fast.”

“Oh,” she said, cheeks reddening. “Are you ready? I’m going to kiss you.”

“I’m ready,” he said.

She lifted him to her mouth and planted her lips on his face—it wasn’t really a kiss at all, just a smothering of his entire head. In only a few seconds, she could feel the power coursing through her.

Just then, the sand behind the cages exploded and up came the dark elves. At least a hundred of them shook the sand off their shoulders and charged forward. They’d buried themselves like corpses—but it worked.

“Pass him back,” said Maeve. “Let’s get a taste and then we’ll figure out what to do from there.”

Alicia did as she asked. By the time Maeve ran her tongue across his dwindling body, Scott was already slipping through the harness. After Maeve, the tiny man made his way down the line, receiving kisses from Hima, Nym, and finally Shizare who gave his cock a tiny tug, then placed him in her mouth.

He was still too big to fit inside it, so she gently clamped her lips across his side. Right now, he was probably eight inches across and in such a precarious position that he fought the urge to scream out. They hadn’t even joined the battle yet.

Alicia led, her increased speed causing her to pull away from the pack of paladins. It was easy to see Gwynevere as she pulled ahead of her own soldiers, despite the massive blade she carried behind, trailing a gash in the sand.

But a faster shape barreled past the bloodblade. If not for the moon’s light it would’ve been a blur. Alicia raised her sword just as the creature launched itself into the air—a wolf, but it didn’t land as a wolf.

Her sword rang against a vicious black blade. It was a girl—Kiva. Maeve had mentioned the name, although the werewolf only came out at night.

“Give us the Echo Auger and we’ll retreat back to our city,” said Kiva. Her sword was hooked all along the blade which made standoffs frequent.

“He’s ours!” Alicia cried, and she pushed the wolf back, her temporary strength still flowing in her veins. Kiva seemed surprised as her sword arm trembled, but once she realized she couldn’t overpower the paladin with might, she tried with speed.

She bashed her head against Alicia, burning the girl’s nose but also providing an opening. Kiva twisted her blade and freed it from the slender sword in Alicia’s hand, a loud ring echoing across the beach. When Kiva had a few steps of breathing room, she quickly transformed into a wolf—a process that Alicia had never seen.

Growing up, there were plenty of werewolf stories. All of the elders talked of mystical creatures who endured a painstaking process of transformation once every full moon. The skin fell off, the fur sprouted. The body twisted and bent until the bones and muscles were in the right places. But none of that happened with Kiva . . .

A blast of blood and gore exploded from her body as she shucked off her elfin form. Beneath it was the werewolf, tempered and ready for battle. She lunged forward, bowing over Alicia. As the high elf hit the ground, her arms came up to fend off the closing jaws of the werewolf. Kiva, without an elf’s mouth, was somehow still smiling . . .

By now, Scott had changed hands twice—or at least mouths. Shizare had siphoned enough of his power to make him an inch tall. She held him down with her tongue, fearful of swallowing him in the heat of battle. With him in her mouth, it turned her blade into a devastating elemental weapon. Each time she slashed, a fan of flames shot out, turning the sand to glass and armor to liquid metal. A few dark elves met its bite and fell over grasping their burned bodies.

After that, she pulled Hima close and kissed her, transferring the tiny man from one tongue onto another. While he was warm against her cheek, the rest of her body was cold as she drew her power directly from the shrunken man.

Maza Remoire lunged with her rapier but Hima easily dodged the attack. She let the dark elf’s momentum carry her through, then slashed across the girl’s shoulder with a frosty blade. Maza screamed out and clutched her wound but there was no blood—it had frozen solid on top of the skin.

A trio of dark elves approached and Hima exchanged blows, her icy blade ringing loud and true. When a near-fatal swipe almost took off her head, she dropped to the sand, grabbed a handful of it and tossed it at her attackers—but first enchanting it.

Little jagged ice balls hit all three of them, tearing holes in armor, faces, and hands. None of them were able to continue holding their weapons and Hima made short work of all three by delivering a single fluid, yet devastating strike.

She looked to the left just in time to see Alicia on her back with a werewolf’s snapping jaws trying to eat her face. She pulled the tiny man out of her mouth and shouted to her fellow paladin: “Don’t swallow!”

“What?” said Alicia, mind pulled in two different directions.

But that’s when she felt something small and gritty land against her lips.

“Let’s not do that again, please,” said Scott.

She grinned, feeling the wave of energy wash over her. The golden light made a few dark elves give her a wide berth. Alicia opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and scooped the little man to safety. He rested against her cheek as she easily pushed the werewolf away.

Kiva snarled, dropped her head and pounced but Alicia was faster and stronger. She couldn’t find her sword quick enough, as it had fallen onto the sand, so she balled her fist and slammed it into the beast’s jaw. The moonlight caught a quick glint of a tooth as it sailed away. Seeing that she couldn’t overpower an energized high elf, Kiva raced off to find easier prey.

Gwynevere had already struck down three high elves who’d accompanied the paladins to the beach. Her blade was so massive that it crushed bones more than it slashed skin. By the time she squared herself with Nym, it was already streaked with blood.

As a mage knight, Nym could summon any item to aid her in battle. When the giant blade blotted out the stars and then came down, a glowing white shield materialized along her wrist. Still, the force of the blow knocked her back and instantly dispelled the shield. But a cancelled shield was better than a broken arm. She rolled around, dodging muted slaps against the sand.

In the next moment, Alicia was there, kissing her along the ground and transferring Scott into her mouth before bounding away to find another opponent. Nym felt the surge of power but then she lost her hold on Scott and he rolled down her chest and landed against her nipple.

“Stay put,” she whispered, just as Gwynevere brought the sword down again. This time when Nym summoned her astral shield, it spanned the length of her entire body and absorbed the blow. The bloodblade was momentarily stunned but it was short lived—Nym released the built-up energy, blasting the dark elf across the beach.

Not to horde the power, Maeve pulled down the girl’s armor and sucked Scott from the nipple, right into her mouth. And it wasn’t a moment too soon—just as Maeve turned around, a trio of elves were racing toward her. Two had lances and one a devastating morning star. Maeve lifted her hand and shot a beam of purple light that turned the dark beach to daylight.

When it dissipated, the elves were gone, yet their boots and weapons remained. That gave the rest of the attackers pause, yet Maza Remoire was not deterred.

Although none of the high elves knew it, Maza was part of a guard quartet that kept the city beneath the Cloud Dominion safe. She was a powerful, fierce warrior and had seen more battle than the amassed high elves she fought.

Shizare, blade now a dim, dying flame, struck across Maza’s breastplate but the guard captain had hardened it with magic. Giving her gear just a thought, she could turn leathers to iron.

Once more Maza absorbed a blow but Shizare was fast, her sword driving quick and ferocious. She looked for an opening but this was a dance in which Maza was quite versed. Her sword came up and down, using Shizare’s overactive thrusts against her.

Nym joined the battle, also with declining power. The two of them traded thrusts with Maza who looked like a ballerina in her graceful parries and ripostes. They went around and around, none scoring hits until their battle gained Maeve’s attention. Her purple blasts forced Maza to retreat and rethink the strategy.

The Paladins of Dinnin were winning—the dark elves were either retreating or moving back toward the coastline where they would be butchered. Maeve smiled at the success, but then her eyes caught the fast-moving shape of the wolf racing across the beach to attack Alicia from behind.

“Alicia!” she screamed, just as the elf turned around.

Maeve puckered her lips and spat the tiny man toward her second-in-command . . .

***

Scott didn’t know which way the tide of battle had turned, but each moment he spent outside of someone’s mouth, he noticed more dark elf corpses than high elf corpses. His stomach fluttered because the paladins had figured out how to quickly transport him. But he knew right away it was a bad idea when Maeve attempted to launch him toward Alicia, a span of ten feet.

He saw the high elf look up at him with appraising eyes and a moment later she was horrified. His line of vision was blocked when a beautiful face stepped in front of the high elf—her dark features, her maddening eyes. And then, her pink tongue and waiting maw . . .

Gwynevere had taken him into her mouth.

***

She always thought she was powerful, but nothing compared to the might felt the moment the little man slipped between her lips. Something so good needed to be eaten but she fought the urge.

The fighting ceased around her as both high elves and dark elves watched and waited to see how the power would manifest itself in someone so diabolical.

None of them had to wait long.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, gripping her blade for support.

Her feet ripped through the boots as if they were paper. She dropped to her knees just as the leader—Maeve—attempted to swing a blade at her head. Gwynevere dodged, trying to keep the arousal she felt out of her mind.

She continued to grow, body pushing the armor out in all directions. With her nails, she ripped off the helmet before it became too painful. When she was nearly three times the size as she had been before, she stood up straight and looked down at the miniature people.

Still, she grew.

“Now it’s time to lay waste to you all!” she screamed. “Bow! Bow before the might of Empress Noire!”

She lifted her foot, now twice as long as the tallest elf. They scattered beneath her like bugs but they wouldn’t get away. Gwynevere hoped she never stopped growing. She would stomp every last elf . . .