12 Days of Domming: Overpowered

Barnham Caldwell was a hero of great legend, admired and practically worshipped by those who had seen him, even by other heroes; nay, especially by other heroes… he is the one they read about, inspiring them to pick up their first sword and shield in the name of justice. At one time just thought of as a sheer brute, easy to assume with his long flowing blonde hair and herculean physique, he has not only proven his cunning and tactics in his countless wars but also his adaptability, having grown stronger as time went on as he picked up magical spells and ancient, enchanted artifacts… his many heroic hauls made him all the more invincible, or so he thought. Hell, so everyone thought…

This was, after all, the man who had gone through an entire army, hundreds of men, all his own to slay the evil tyrant known as King Kalross, and liberate the impoverished people he ruled over from decades of cruelty. And it was he who fended off a whole pride of manticores after they’d run afoul of a neighboring village, saving everyone without even causing any real damage to the chimera beasts. And it was he who had put out the flame of the burning Wizardess Ember, when her fiery flesh threatened to burn down the countryside. And it was even he who had found a way to combat the great titan Leviah, the one hundred foot tall man whose rampage nearly flattened an entire continent.

Indeed, Barnham was a warrior, nay, a savior without parallel. With how powerful he had become and with all of the abilities at his disposal, he had become such an efficient hero that the world at large, beset by the onrush of magic in a time without technology, finally felt at peace, as it seemed he had quelled all threats no sooner than they had arisen. A monster would come across a town a thousand miles from Barnham’s home, and he would teleport it away before anyone even realized it was there. 

He kept his body in ultimate shape at all times, but the truth was it had been a while since his last true battle, thanks to just how much he had going for him, and since he’d already dealt with so many of the greatest threats to humanity. With that in mind, he was enjoying the peace, surveying his expanse castle full of riches, a mix of hauls from successful crawls and presents from thankful rescuees.

It was also full of women… true beauties who, by their own choice, wore as little as they could get away with, the most popular garb being that of a series of lengthy feathers that clung to their nipples and made up their panties… they knew it was a favored look of his. Some were sex slaves that he had freed, who vowed to serve him in gratitude, others simply fangirls who wanted his company more than anything. He allowed them their stay and, well, he couldn’t help but say yes when they got particularly demanding of his attention, so to speak…

He sat back in his throne; not treasure, but a gift, from the nearby king’s own throne room! And as he sighed contentedly, he felt a little twitch at his pinky. He glanced at the ring adorning it, studying it’s particular pulsations… it had taken a while for him to properly read what it was trying to tell him, but he had become an uncanny expert at it. Locations, names and issues communicated to him through that peculiar, mystical artifact.

An inquisitive finger to his chin for a few moments, he stood from his chair, taking the nearby women by surprise as they were kneeling on the floor, in the middle of caressing his inner thighs. He glanced through one of his many gold piles, and picked up a necklace… shimmering with genuine gold and silver trim, adorned with brilliant rubies and sapphires. He handed it to one of his maidens.

“There’s a destitute village across the horizon… many of their people, penniless. They live in houses of stick and straw...” he explained. “I will take you all, one by one, to such homes… please, give them this treasure so that they may sell it and survive.”

The maiden seemed humbled by his request but quickly accepted. “Of course, Barnham… it would be my honor!”

“One more thing… there is a demon that has emerged on the other side of our fair Earth.” he declared, calmly. “It’s been a time since I’ve had to slay one, it may not be as immediate as most creatures… so I’m going to have you stay over there until the job is done, so that you are not at risk. I will bring you back when I have finished.”

The woman smiled and nodded, clearly not even the least bit concerned. After all, it was Barnham! He wasn’t going to be in any danger whatsoever!

He then pulled out perhaps his most oft-used tool, a large ring that actually looked like a chakram in appearance. He reached it out over her head, as a mysterious green glow emitted from it’s opening, washing down upon her body. She disappeared amongst the light, teleporting to the village in question.

Barnham took a few minutes to deliver the same message, and a different trinket, to each of the women had stayed in his home, having to check and make sure he was picking treasure that wasn’t enchanted with overwhelming power or cursed with a terrible darkness. Each of them were sent away, to make some poor family’s day.

Until finally, he was alone, standing in the great expanse of his battle room; which was simply the largest, most open room in the manor, adorned with fireproof rugs, a reinforced ceiling and matching walls. He held out his trusty enchanted chakram and threw it to the center of the room. It glowed it’s mysterious green… and out emerged a truly curious sight indeed. A quite tall, statuesque woman.

“...And then I said, ‘Well, atleast my hair’s not on fire...’ and then I set his-” she said, clearly having been caught mid-story. “...Oh, now what is this…? I seem to have received an invitation...”

She turned to face Barnham, who stared her down quite intensely as his chakram returned to his hand and he put it away. He put up a good straight face, but there was no denying he was surprised to see how beautiful she was… every demon he’d fought up to that point, male or female, had generally been quite repugnant. This one though… she was something else.

Her skin was an unnatural scarlet red color, a fair shades brighter than her lengthy, crimson hair which ran all the way down to her slender waist. Her eyes were like that of a cat’s, a glimmering yellow with thin, angular pupils. She wore an elegant black dress that just stopped at her ankles, and matching razor sharp high heels, where the heels and toes looked designed to slice through flesh.

Of course it was insanely low cut, in the shape of an upside down heart that ran from her throat down her incredibly womanly chest, exposing the top of her taut stomach. This just barely covered her enormous breasts, far bigger than any normal womans and looking all the more huge on her rather thin frame. A similar upside down heart was cut into the back of the dress, this one much larger, exposing basically her entire back and the top of her voluptuous ass, a little crack peeking out…

Though, atleast in theory, this was less for sex appeal and more to allow her dark bat wings some freedom… they were quite large, one upper set and one slightly smaller lower set. All four black, with white spikes adorning the bottom of each. They remained furled across her back at the moment.

Barnham was surprised… but he didn’t show it as he calmly addressed her. “You are a demoness, correct…? You have one chance to explain yourself. What are you doing on this realm of existence? Speak, or be torn asunder...”

“Mmm, skipping right to the dirty talk, huh…?” she hissed, a devious grin forming on her inhumanly gorgeous face, her purple forked tongue licking over her small, but distinctively sharp, vampiric fangs. “The least you could do is introduce yourself before you start talking about how you’re going to rip into me… hmhmhm...”

He snapped his fingers, running his thumb across a ring on his middle finger in the process. A shimmering light shone from his outstretched hand, and in it’s place, formed a sword, a lengthy blade of brilliant blue diamond jutting far past a hilt of solid silver. He pointed the blade to the demoness’ neck as he announced, “My name is Barnham Caldwell and I am the man who will slay you posthaste if you don’t offer a good explanation as to what you’re doing here. Speak now or perish...”

She simply began to chuckle to herself. “Wow… you’re quite the laugh riot, aren’t you? Such a serious boy… how droll.”

True to his word, her continued denials to explain herself were met with a swing of his sword, as he saw fit to behead her on the spot. This was how he had bested many of the demons he’d faced thus far… a clean slice through the neck with his most deadly sword. With all his might, he thrust the blade into the side of her neck…

Only to find his attack stopped, the blade pushing against her flesh but unable to penetrate it, much less take her head off. She had tilted her head, as if to particularly expose her neck for his oncoming blade… Barnham’s jaw dropped and he took a step backward, stunned by this display.

“Mmmm… oh my, was that supposed to break the skin?” she asked, her villainous smile growing. “Mmmm, I’m sorry to say… you’ll need a muuuuch bigger blade than that to get inside me...”

She gave him a wink and giggled as he pulled his sword away and gave another swing, as though he were trying to chop down a mighty redwood, yelling with effort as he put everything he had into taking her head clean off. But once again, it didn’t even cut her neck, let alone slice through to the other side.

“Mmm… yes, try the other side, would you, love?” she asked, tilting her head the opposite way. “I have so much tension in my neck today, this massage is doing me wonders...”

“Foul beast… so you’re stronger than your slain brethren...” he noted.

“Brethren…? Hmph, surely you aren’t lumping me in with the dregs who broke out of Hell because it was too rough for them… escaping to find women to pillage and towns to rape and children to abduct and feed on...” she shook her head. “...Child’s play, all of it. The nameless, faceless drones certainly did nothing to prepare you for me. I am the demoness who creates the darkness, and lights the flame that pierces it in kind. My name literally gave people a word for ‘hot’... in more ways than one. I am Dark Lordess Calidi, and I shall not be insulted by you holding back.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I see… so this blade is useless against you...”

She smirked and shrugged, taking her eyes off of him in the process. Looking to take her off-guard, he pulled his sword back so that he may plunge it to the hilt in her stomach, looking to send the diamond blade right through her soft belly. Except it didn’t appear to be very soft as the blade actually bounced right off of her immaculate figure. Not missing a beat, he instead aimed a downward strike, looking to slice her scalp open… but again, he got nothing but recoil, his sword flying up above his head as he was sent staggering backwards by the force. 

“...Hrm, yeah, looks like it.” she casually replied.

Barnham warily eyed her as he pulled the sword away and resheathed it. “In that case… what of this one?!”

He pulled out a special, jagged dagger doused with a purple liquid; the most pure, condensed form of poison known to the world over. With a battle cry he thrust it towards her face, only to be taken off-guard by her reaching up to grab his hand.

He gasped, and tried to pull away, only to be stunned by her strength. For a few moments, as he struggled against her grasp, she just eyed the blade, intrigued… before yanking it away from him and promptly sticking it right into her mouth! He was shocked as he watched her hungrily, almost seductively lick every last bit of poison from the blade before shoving it deeper, making a bit of a scene out of deep-throating the dagger. After shoving it in and out suggestively a few times, she promptly let it go all the way down her throat, swallowing it whole.

Barnham was taken by surprise, no doubt. But he had seen scenarios like this before, though nothing quite to that extent. Still, he remained composed. “I see… not vulnerable to slashing weapons, eh? Skin and flesh that can’t be cut… that’s fine, there are plenty of other ways to bring down a beast.”

“Ohhh, I’m dying to find out what you have in mind~” she cooed. “I’m beginning to recall the tales I’ve heard about you… your goody-goody heroism and childish dealings with demons… but you sure aren’t playing with kid’s gloves today. This should be fun~”

“I do like peaceful options, when they’re available.” he noted, as he cracked his knuckles, adjusting his thick leather gauntlets, each lined with heavy lead, enchanted to heat up upon solid impact. “...But rest assured, I’m not going to shed a tear for having to slay you or anyone of your ilk.”

And so he began to swing, punching her square in her beautiful face. His shots were measured at first, as he expected her to respond in kind eventually, attempt to dodge his attacks or… do anything, really. But she just stood there and took it as he pelted her nose, cheeks, jaw and the side of her head with vicious blow after blow. The trim of Barnham’s gauntlets began to tear a searing red, sizzling as they smashed brutally against Calidi’s flesh. With each shot, thunderous thuds echoed throughout the halls like a series of shotgun blasts.

To his surprise, she seemed no worse for wear for this beating, still smirking as if nothing was happening, even as his powerful fists became wholly engulfed in flame with his progressively more devastating punches.

His hands continued to sizzle as he pulled them away, his eyes narrowing as he glared at his opponent. “Hrm… so fire isn’t effective either.”

Calidi took a moment to snap her fingers, and he was quickly on edge as he saw a small flame emit from her extended thumb. This was a time before cigarette lighters of course, but it was roughly an equivalent to this, done with purely her fingers. “...I’m good with flames. Let’s just say they’re quite plentiful where I’m from~”

“Ahhh of course, of course… a fire elemental. That makes sense...” he reasoned with a smile. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out an aquamarine amulet and held it aloft. “You shouldn’t have been so quick to reveal that, Calidi, for it shall now be your undoing. I shall snuff that flame out forever!”

He waved it in a circular motion, and as it shimmered brilliantly, a gush of water materialized from the blue jewels encrusted in the artifact. It came out in a spiral, an unnatural torrent as it rose up and then came down wickedly onto Calidi, engulfing her body. It swiftly intensified, beyond any rapids… it was a level of water pressure foreign to those of this time, and still beyond what we know of today with our top technology. 

Suffice to say, it was the kind of pressure that would easily rip the skin right off of any regular human being and likely leave them missing some of their smaller body parts, their flesh becoming a bloody, quivering mess under the relentless rush of water.

That’s what he expected to see as he called off the attack, but to his bewilderment, she stood entirely unharmed, save for the water running down her skin, dripping past her immaculate cleavage… and of course her dress, which had endured a few rips, revealing bits of pieces of her scarlet skin.

Still holding her thumb up like a hitchhiker, she glanced at the sizzle that was coming off the tip and smiled. “Well, good news… you put out that flame!” she joked as she snapped her fingers again, bringing the fire back all the larger. “Bad news is, I can just reignite that whenever, so...”

“Hmph… what is your game, demon?” he asked. “Why do you stand there and take this abuse? You act as though it doesn’t hurt but I am certain this is but a front...”

“Ohhh, silly boy… didn’t you know? Some of us like abuse~!” she spiritedly replied. “Thought that’s hardly how I’d describe any of this so far… you haven’t left a scratch. Mmmhmhm, of course I’m sure you wouldn’t WANT to scratch up this beautiful body...”

She cooed as she ran her hands down her sopping wet cleavage. Barnham felt an unmistakable tickle in his pants but ignored it, indignantly yelling, “Act how you wish, but I don’t believe for a moment that you aren’t in pain!”

“Ahhh, I wish… trust me, I’m rooting for you here. I’d love nothing more than to feel the rush of agony… it’s been so long since I’ve felt something that could hurt me...” she lamented with a sigh. “A big strong man like you, with everything you’ve gained… surely there’s something you can do to fulfill my wish…? Hmhmhm… no, probably not… but it’ll still be loads of fun watching you try. Humiliating strong men is my other kink, after all~”

“Sick beast...” he shook his head. “If you think you’ve felt my full might already, you are sorely mistaken. I will turn you to dust and scatter you across the wind...”

With a howl, he rushed in and whizzed behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. With a powerful throw, he picked her up off the floor with ease and promptly sent her backwards, landing hard on the back of her neck as she crashlanded into the stone tile, her legs crumpled up above her head. Barnham pounced, keeping her legs up like that to ensure their lack of use as he reached down to grab her by the throat. Both of his powerful hands were wrapped around her neck, his thumbs digging intently into the center as he shook her, strangling her with as much vigor as he could possibly manage.

Fear struck her face as she coughed out, “Nnngggh! Nnnoo! Y-You’ve found… my one weakness… being… weakly choked!”

She began to giggle, as Barnham looked on stunned, still putting his all into strangling her as she dropped the short-lived little act, not even sounding exasperated as she continued, “Nah, but please, keep going. I have sooo much tension in my neck these days, this massage is doing wonders~”

The legendary hero released her with a loud, “Hmph!“, clearly growing a little frustrated. She remained on her back, her legs splayed past her head as she gave him a playful little wave. Peeved, he grabbed her by the legs and shot backwards, taking himself to the floor as he performed a catapult maneuver on her, using himself as a lever to send her lithe body flying. She ended up hitting the incredibly thick stone wall at a high velocity, enough to cause a massive fissure within the cement…

Like a ragdoll she flew, hitting the wall hard before bouncing painfully off the equally solid floor. To his dismay, she was still giggling all the while. She pushed her flowing, crimson hair away from her gorgeous face as she taunted, “Not bad… you oughta charge for a ride that fun! I can even vouch for it’s safety~”

“Tch… blunt force clearly won’t be enough, no better result than trying to break the skin with a blade...” he conceded. “And if fire and water didn’t work… well then, that’s fine… I have one last elemental attack to dish out… my most powerful of all!”

He put his hands together, two fingers on each side extended and pushing up against each other as he placed his trembling hands up just in front of his face. His whole body began to pulsate and twitch with electricity… Calidi beamed as she shot up to her feet, unable to contain her glee. 

“Finally! Now THIS is what I’m talking about!” she cheered, as she glanced out a nearby window to see the local weather changing rapidly… and I do mean extremely local, as in, a dark cloud formed just above Barnham’s house, specifically. After a furious rumble, a bolt of lightning struck the building, one so powerful that it went right through the ceiling, breaking a perfect hole enroute to zapping Calidi. She stood with her arms outstretched, eager to accept as the thunderbolt landed right on top of her. 

The lightning not only struck her, but stayed with her, electric current coursing through her veins for a good few seconds as though her body became a lightning rod. It would’ve easily fried any human being or indeed pretty much any mortal beast right there on the spot. But Calidi was most certainly neither of those things and when the electricity dissipated, she was still standing there. Still just laughing…

“Mmmmmm, that tickles~!” she chuckled maniacally. 

Her hair was a bit frazzled and her clothes were beginning to tatter, specifically around her legs, showing off their slender but shapely form. But other than that, she was somehow no worse for wear after such a huge bolt of lightning struck her to he core. 

Barnham’s fists clenched tightly at the sight of this, his teeth beginning to grind… frustration was mounting. It’d been a long time since he had this much difficulty doing damage to an enemy, in fact it hadn’t happened since his rookie days when his power was so much lesser and his instincts still needed honing. And even then, he was still visibly harming them atleast a little… for her to embarrass him like this for so long, was frankly unprecedented in his many years in the hero business.

But he wasn’t going to take it lying down. He stormed over to her and looked her in the eye, a burning intensity in his gaze. 

“Mmmmm, I love that look in your eye… heheheh, you’re about to do something REALLY nuts now, aren’t you?!” she asked, her smile widening. She gestured for him to come at her. “Bring it on! Hahaha, I’m happy to take whatever you can dish out!”

Hissing his anger through his grit teeth, he reached within his coat and found some bindings. He put them around her wrist, and she waited patiently as he walked back around her and proceeded to bind her wings to her back as well. All she did was whip around to face him. “Mmmm, NOW this is officially getting fun… I don’t know why you feel the need to take my wings away but I’m all for it.”

Caldwell grabbed her by the shoulders and began to howl. His silver belt, which already hung around his waist, began to emit a faint glow whilst a green and black aura surrounded the two of them. That next instant, they began to float in mid-air, their feet leaving the ground…

“Anti-Gravity belt.” he proudly declared, showing off the kinda technology that would still make a fortune to this very day. “You’re about to get quite the aerial view of my fair home, vile temptress...”

True to that, the two of them flew, through the holes created by the supercharged thunderbolt, until they were all the way outside, hovering above the manor. And then, they just kept going and going, until they were nearing the stratosphere. Breath became extremely hard to come by as they stood on the edge of space itself.

“You wanted to know why I was binding your wings…? So you couldn’t slow your descent after I let you go.” he revealed. “And speaking of which…”

With that, he released her, and his gravity effects no longer had any bearing on her. Her remarkable body began to fall through the air, gradually at first but swiftly picking up speed, her crimson hair billowing as she fell. Barnham meanwhile remained levitating, watching her as she plummeted to an imminent demise. 

The atmosphere got to her, as she took on the form of a small comet, hurdling towards the earth, flames forming around her as the dip in wind resistance bent to her figure. She was falling at a breakneck speed… until finally, she fell through the house and landed right where they started. She slammed into the floor with a heavy bounce, creating a small crater in her wake. The entire manor shook from the immense shockwaves, as if a massive earthquake had just hit the foundation.

Barnham took a deep breath, easing off the stress of the encounter as he looked down at the wreckage. He couldn’t see her very clearly, but he knew there was no way she would survive that. Calmly, he levitated himself gradually back down to ground level and stood there above her body as she was facedown, strewn about in a Calidi-shaped hole.

“Your resilience was shocking, no doubt. Perhaps if you had taken me more seriously, you would’ve been a real threat...” he scoffed. “But now it’s too late. And whatever you’re plotting, you’ll never get to see it out. Your villainy will never again grace our fair Earth...”

As he finished, he began to hear a familiar, yet wholly unwelcome sound. The sound of her muffled giggle. Unable to stifle it, she burst into laughter as she pushed herself up. “Oh my Goooodd, you could not possibly take yourself any more seriously! Hahahaha, do you hear yourself when you talk?!”

“Wh-what trickery is this?!” he spat as he took a step back in shock. 

She picked herself up off the brutalized floor, still laughing. There still wasn’t even a hint of damage, save for the front of her dress which had now been ripped quite open on the left side, exposing one of her exquisite, enormous, supple tits, bouncing as she stood. All things considered, it shouldn’t have been too surprising that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Calidi continued, “And you keep saying you don’t know why I’m here, what my plan is… I told you my plan, dumbass. I’m going to find the most powerful men in the world and humiliate them, and/or see if they can give me some sweet pain... I was going to get to you eventually, it’s really most convenient that you up and zapped me here, heheh. I probably would’ve saved you for one of the last ones… but oh well.”

Trying to keep his eye off her enormous, freed breast, he shouted, “How the hell are you still alive?!”

“I’m resilient.” she shrugged.

“You’re dead!” he hissed as he put up his fists, not thinking too clearly anymore as he begun to swing at her, pounding her face and stomach. “I swear on my life, I will smite you! You will be nothing but ash!”

“Okay, well best of luck to you.” she replied, speaking as casually as possible. “Word to the wise though, it’d probably help if you found a way to hurt me first. THEN you can think about killing me...”

“QUIET!” he yelled as he buried an uppercut between her legs, his knuckles blasting into her womanhood.

“Ooooh, nice~” she cooed, obviously enjoying the sensation. “Mmmm yeah, do it again, do it again!”

Enraged, he acquaised, rearing back and punching her in the crotch twice, three times, four times… all he got out of it was a seductive moan from her as she flung her head back, letting her lengthy hair whip behind her. “Mmmm yeah, that’s the ticket… you’re driving me wild now, lover...”

“I said quiet!” he hissed as he took up two small knives from his belt and reared them back, before mercilessly stabbing her right in the eyes, trying to put the blades directly through her eyeballs. But to his shock, even this bounced off.

“Ooooh! Ooh, wow!” she chirped, apparently surprised at that, blinking rapidly. “Oh that’s awesome… get me in allllll my sensitive bits, baby!”

Dropping the daggers, outraged, he took up his fists again and launched a powerful, intense shot right to her bared breast. The echo was immense as his shot caused the soft tit to bounce up and down wildly, much to her moan. “Ohhh YES!”

She proceeded to finally make a move, and the legendary hero was on his guard. But instead of reaching for him or a weapon or anything violent, she instead grabbed at her dress and pulled it to the side, letting her other bosom flop out. Now with both of them freed, she took on a wild smile as she shook her chest, her breasts swaying back and forth madly, her nipples fully erect from excitement.

“Come on!” she yelled as she continued to shake. “COME ON AND HIT ME AGAIN YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BASTARD!”

Groaning with frustration, he again did exactly what she said, sending a flurry of punches to her massive tits. At this point he was just happy to hurt her, even if she did seem to enjoy it so much. Using her breasts like speed bags, his fists smacked ferociously into them time and again, his knuckles digging into the soft flesh and causing bounce after rippling bounce, as if they were dancing to the rhythm of his punches.

“Mmmm, more… MORE! I need more!” she yelled, puffing out her womanly chest. “C’mon you fucking pussy, hit me like a man!”

“Curse you...” he muttered under his breath. “If that’s what you want, by the Gods I shall give it to you!”

He held out his hand, and to him, like Mjolnir flying to Thor’s grasp, a large sledgehammer suddenly whizzed up into his hand. Originally designed for much larger creatures, clear from the sheer size of it. It looked utterly ridiculous being held by a human being, doubly so because he somehow managed to adeptly wield it in one hand. He spun it around a bit, just for show, before swinging it with all of his might. 

The diamond-edged head of the hammer smashed violently into her tits, so big as to solidly land on each. Had it hit any other woman’s bosom, those tits would undoubtedly be flying off into space on contact. As it were, Calidi’s breasts still bounced and jiggled at a shocking velocity, like a pair of voluptuous pinballs.

Finally, he heard her cry out in horrendous pain, clutching her tits as she sunk to her knees, bowing her head, hiding her face in her lengthy hair as she howled, “Oh! Oh God! Aaaaagaghgh, fuck! Fffffffuuuuuuuuccckk!”

He’d never been so proud to see a woman brought down to her knees. Despite her face being largely obscured, he could see tears streaming down her chin. It wasn’t like him to relish in anyone’s pain, but with her, it was impossible not to feel a little satisfaction at the sight… not like she hadn’t asked for it.

“There! You like pain so much?! Drown in it, scum!” he bellowed, as he reared his sledgehammer up into the air and brought the hammer down hard on the back of her head, trying for all the world to crush it beneath the solid sledge. 

“NGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAhahahahaaaaaaa!”

Her scream turned to laughter as she looked up at him, pointing - as best she could with her bound hands - and cackling at his stunned expression. “Hahahaaaa, wow, you bought that pretty good, huh? You’re reeeaally ready to see me in pain… how sweet~”

“H-How…?” he gasped. “This sledgehammer… it brought down a titan! A staggering giant a hundred times your size!”

“So…? Teeheehee, silly boy, there’s only one place size matters~” she remarked with a playful wink.

“Stop mocking me!” he howled as he rose his hammer up once more and began raining it down across her head and back, each with a thunderous echo that rang out past the thick walls of his huge manor and across the countryside, scaring off a flock of birds from the tree on the overlooking cliff. 

“Mmm, yeah, that’s nice...” she cooed. “Not in the painful way, sadly, but still… your masseuse skills are really something else! Ooh…”

“Blast it all!” he cursed. “Shut up and die!”

With that, he gave one last mighty, wild swing… that ended up landing right against her ass, smashing into her soft, thick cheeks. The diamond edge of the sledgehammer caught itself on her dress and with his next yank, pulled it right off before bringing the hammer down again, smashing into her supple, bare ass and making it quiver.

“...Mmm, that just bummed me out.” she sighed, pushing herself back up, not caring at all to hide herself as her body was now fully exposed, save for her feet still inside her vicious high heels. “I mean, damn… being spanked by a sledgehammer sounds so awesome! If only it could hurt me… man...”

Barnham was breathing heavily, panting desperately for air… the sledgehammer was every bit as heavy as it looked and he’d never had to swing it more than once to befall any foe. He wasn’t used to lugging it around with such ferocity and it was wearing him out… still, he had a bead on her face - he was fighting to keep his glance from lowering and opted to just maintain eye contact - and went for one last powerful swing, bringing it right down onto her nose. 

To this, she merely yawned. “Yeah, no, I’m not into this now… I mean it’s still great to see you flail, but that killed it a bit for me.”

His hands shaking, he dropped the hammer to the floor and hissed, “Fine… fine, you leave me no choice… I haven’t done this in years. But now I will finally show you my full power… my single most destructive attack! Prepare yourself for oblivion!”

“That’s what I’ve been wanting all along...” she sighed.

Barnham took a deep breath, before clenching his fist tightly and holding it across from himself. With a loud war cry, he pulled his fist in, and slammed it right into his chest with so much force that it actually tore into his flesh, his knuckles covered with blood as he began to cough it up as well.

As he sunk to his knees in staggering agony, Calidi looked on enviously. “God I wish that were me...”

He began to glow with a multi-colored aura… grunting and groaning and seething, he proclaimed, “A true hero… is at his most d-dangerous… when he’s at death’s door! Nnggh… as the light begins to leave my eyes, something else shines within me… justice! A brand of justice far beyond your recognition! A brand of justice a being like you could never imagine! I hold… I hold within me… the RIGHTEOUS FURY OF THE GODS!”

As he went on with his spiel, much to her eye-rolling, his body began to levitate off the ground, sparks flying from his every pore, and particularly from his gaping wound. “Ahhhhhhhhhh… AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!” he howled, his scream alone shaking the heavens. His voice took on a bizarre, ethereal effect, a chorus all his own as he bellowed, “IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS TRUE AND PURE! EVEN IF IT COSTS ME EVERYTHING, I SHALL DEFEAT YOU!”

He spread his arms and legs out, and with a mighty roar, the rainbow colored energy flew from his powerful body, rushing out like an unbelievable explosion, filling every room of his manor as it incinerated everything in it’s path. Indeed he was knowingly destroying his own home, for the sake of everyone that the demoness might torment. 

The attack had a force like that of an atom bomb, centuries before it’s time and several hundred times the strength, it engulfed the remote castle and ravaged the nearby landscape. He of course knew he was miles and miles away from any other sentient creature at the moment, unafraid of expelling every last bit of energy.

It was incredibly rare for him to use this technique… partially because of how uncommon it was for him to get sufficiently injured enough. But even in his most dire straits, he was usually hesitant to make use of it due to it’s sheer danger. As it burrowed far beneath the surface, he was reminded of constant warnings, that if used on certain parts of the Earth, the move ran the risk of sinking right down into the planet’s core and causing it’s demise. But he chose his home knowing that the ground was thick enough to merely leave a miles-deep crater, rather than let it get to that.

Amongst the bright, shimmering, multi-colored wave of pulsating energy, he looked out to the shapely silhouette before him. Calidi’s body was still intact, but as she thrashed her head, her hair flowing magnificently as it was blown by the unbelievable force, he knew he was dealing significant damage… 

Out in space, if one were able to look from there, they would actually see the shining glint of this attack.

After several minutes of howling and energy pouring from his body, finally it ran out… as it subsided, he fell from the air, collapsing in a heap in the massive, unrecognizable crater that was once his home. He could get a new one rebuilt easily, he knew… and while it was quite a blow to lose almost all of his legendary artifacts, it was a small price to pay for a peaceful world.

‘Now all I have to do… is figure out what can be done about this gaping chest wound…’ he thought to himself, with a weak chuckle. Maybe one of his many healing treasures were still intact and among the rubble…

“Hooh… not bad.” 

Rife with terror, he shot his head up to see her there, standing barefoot now in the rubble, her wings spreading as her shackles were incinerated. Entirely nude, Calidi stepped up towards the shivering, devastated Caldwell, her breasts and ass bouncing with every step. “For a second there, I actually thought that one was gonna sting!”

“N-No…!” he gasped. “After… after all that… all I could do was destroy your shoes?!” Barnham yelled as he pounded the Earth with his fist, yelling his frustration. 

“Hey now, that’s not true!” she replied, as if trying to comfort him. She reached into her luxuriously long hair and picked out a single, small lock. She put it in front of his face, letting him see it sizzle. “See…? You managed to scorch a single lock of my hair! That’s impressive stuff right there...”

He slumped against the ground, wholly humbled. “...Damn you...”

“Hrm… well, I take it you’re giving up now. In which case… I’m off to find another hero whose life is ripe for ruin...”

She turned and began to walk away, letting him see her ass as it swayed beautifully with her full hips. Looking up at her, he reached into his coat and hissed, “Wretched demon… leave… our… planet!”

With that, he flung his chakram out towards her. It hovered just above her head before coming up with a green glow. She looked up at the artifact with an inquisitive “Hrm?” just before it teleported her away, the circular blade falling to the ground as she disappeared.

He sighed contentedly, relaxing against the rubble. He had to find his way out of this place and alert the citizens… he wasn’t convinced what he did would kill her, but he was sure it’d give them more enough time to properly prepare themselves for her-

His thoughts were interrupted when she blinked right back into existence before him. He was entirely speechless as she smirked at him. “Wow, sending me to space, huh? Pretty creative… hey, did you know I could actually see your attack from up there? Kinda weird… delays in what your eyes perceive and all that, kinda like stars in the distance. Hah, who am I kidding, you haven’t heard about stuff like that, you probably worship the sun...”

“...Kill me.” he groaned. “Please, just kill me and spare the others...”

“Kill you…? Now why would I do that? You’re way too much fun! In fact…” she remarked, kneeling down and touching his back. He glowed with a crimson aura… and was soon shocked to find his wound closing, his self-inflicted damage healing in moments. “...I’m taking you with me! You’re super freakin’ cute and your unending heroic speeches are just hilarious… you’d make an awesome pet back home! Teehee...”

“N-No… no!” he howled, fighting to his feet and trying to escape her grasp. But she closed the gap in an instant, flying up and grabbing him under the arms, taking the legendary hero up into the air, rendering him helpless to her whims. 

“Come now… I promise, we’ll have plenty of fun together, Barnham! Teeheehee~” she cackled as the crimson aura returned, and the two of them blinked out of existence...