lf_120 (commission)

Story by crushfury

Magicka was again boiling in Kiana’s body. Slaughtering an one foot tall Lea beneath her bare feet had felt exhilerating for a first time, but equipped with that knowledge, that experience she was really going to impudently bask in butchering a life size Kiall. But as with Lea she had to contain herself not to jump onto Kiall’s delicate skull with both her bare feet fully obliterating it. No, she wanted to play with him first. It would enable her to drain that much more life force to build up as much Magicka as possible. It could only make releasing all that Magicka at once that much more… satisfying. So just as with Lea she circled Kian’s mangled and scrawny body to relish the moment and to think of a suitable way for Kian to die at her bare feet. Finally she stopped at Kian’s side. He was rolled up like a ball, but her just standing over him made him sort of curious. He warily opened himself up a bit, putting a thin arm and a bony fist out to stabilize him. He suspiciously looked up at Kiana with just one eye, cause the other one was black and swollen. Seeing Kiall lying at her bare feet, all disformed, disfigured and helpless, made her feel intoxicated with Magicka. Just standing there she was feeding off of him. It made her feel empowered. So she answered his look of dread with a malicious grin. She turned to Lady Lexia who was fondling herself again underneath her padded leather loincloth.

“Lady Lexia… Please, return his voice to him. It is only fair to hear what he has to say in his defense...”

From the look in Kiana’s eyes Lady Lexia knew she didn’t mean a single word she said so she unabashedly kept on fondling herself as she asked the Hagraven who had silenced Kiall to enable his speech again. The naked Hagraven who was touching herself too stepped forward, kneeled and whispered something in Kiall’s ear. Suddenly his speech returned. In stead of words he could only moan ghastly. He had been to Oblivion and back. Kiana kept looking down on him. Waiting. Smiling. Viciously. Absorbing Magicka. After a while he licked his lips and uttered with the greatest of difficulty one word.

“P... lea… se…”

This was the moment Kiana had been waiting for. One word. It didn’t matter to her which word it was. It could have been ‘sorry’, ‘wait’, ‘bitch’… She just waited for a response she could answer. She lifted up her right foot, placed it on his clenched fist, closed her eyes, breathed in and tried out a word of her own.

“Shatter!”

She muttered the word and pressed down as hard as she could. It was she crushed a ripe pear. The bones in his hand simply crumbled as she flattened his hand. The skin covering his hand and fingers tore open and the flesh squirted out like a gruesome reddish cream filling. Kiall howled and Kiana felt another wave of Magicka rush through her body. She moaned out loud. She didn’t have to see to know that her sisters surrounding her were reveling in Kiall’s pain as well. Instinctively he drew back his arm leaving a gruesome smear behind. His hand had been pulverized. All that remained was a bloody, stringy stump....