By GW

A Goddess defends her realm against evil trolls. Illustrated.

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity, and m/f and f/f rape.  It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

In a dank, crumbling tower of ill reputation, in a harsh wasteland, an evil father said to a no less evil offspring:  "The time for our vengeance is at hand, Daughter!  I have traveled many long, weary miles, and searched countless years, but at last, found that which I sought, the weapon of power, so long lost, but only you can wield it, Daughter!"

"It will be my pleasure and honor to serve you, Father!"  Was the dutiful and eager reply.
 
 

At a half bow, Zachariah approached his Divine Mistress on the broad verandah of Her temple-palace.  Even in his advanced years, the old, Chief Priest felt a stirring in his loins, as he gazed at the lush, womanly charms of the Goddess, so boldly displayed in gossamer singlet.  Zachariah silently cursed himself for his blasphemous sacrilege.  Yet no man could be immune from such warm, feminine beauty.

Behind her stern, haughty demeanor, a glimmer of amusement flickered in the eagle eye of the Goddess.  Though eternally virgin, Beletiva was yet feminine, and gained an innocent, girlish pleasure in the admiring glances of mortal men.

"D-divinity!"  The old man stammered, reluctantly.  He was about to question at his peril, the intentions of his imperious Mistress.  "It is said you go today, to hunt in the Purple Forest.  It is a dark, sinister place, full of pitfalls and dangers!"

Divine Beletiva, ageless Queen of the Enchanted Vale, laughed heartily, at the suggestion of danger, but the aged priest pressed on, despite the haughty warning gleam, in the fierce eye of the goddess.

"But Divinity, our sentries have seen the daughter of Morgullus skulking about the edges of the Forest.  No Troll has dared return there, since you drove their kind into the waste lands, long years ago!  It is an omen of evil!"

"Really, Zachariah, you would have me frightened by the halfling spawn of that minor demon?  Why, she is not even fully a Troll!  Her mother was a mortal abducted by that evil, old satyr!"

"Aye!"  Replied the old priest vizier.  "But her fiendish Sire has taught her much evil, and had her schooled in many more dark arts.  She is even said to have been instructed in the arts of combat by a master from far to the mysterious east.

Beletiva laughed again.  "Indeed, Vizier!  So the Troll maiden is a mighty mistress of battle!  I will certainly go in fear of this slip of a halfling girl!"

"I only suggested caution, Divinity!"  The loyal, old vizier replied with humble  diplomacy.

"Have I not kept this vale safe from trolls, and all other dark dangers, since your grandfather's grandfather wore swaddling?  Aye and kept it in peace and plenty, as well!"  Was the imperiously disdainful reply.

"Yes!  Yes, of course, Divine Queen!  You have made this happy place a paradise, but even the Master of the Gods takes precautions when He goes amongst the dark places of the world!"

"Bah!"  The goddess laughed.  "My father is oft times an old woman!"

"Divinity, please!"  The old vizier moaned, sinking to his knees, his face turning ashen, to hear such blasphemy, even from the Daughter of Heaven, herself.

"If I wished my Father's protection, I would have stayed in his dreary Keep, in the Field of Fallen Heroes, as my insipid sisters do!"  Beletiva snapped, with a haughty tilt of her golden head.

"Oh please, Divinity!  Do not speak such words of sacrilege into my mortal ears, lest I be stricken deaf, or worse!"

"Oh Zachariah, don't be such a ninny!"  The goddess said, not unkindly, taking pity on her loyal servant's piety.  Then, consolingly, she added.  "Am I not Wielder of the Divine Bolts of Rectitude?  None, but a woman of great power, wielding the Mirror of Shimmura, has ever withstood their power!  That is why My Father, Tyvus, cast the cursed Mirror into the abyss, many long eons ago.  Aye, and evil Shimmura, herself, along with it!  I will go safely and untroubled!  But I must be off!  The dire Fell Wolf has been sighted in the Purple Forest.  The beast has bedeviled our lands too long, and yesterday killed and devoured a peasant's child!  I must rid the land of it!  It's pelt will be a trophy worthy of a goddess!"

"Yes, Divinity!"  The faithful priest answered, in resignation, shaking his head sadly, yet knowing all too well, that once haughty Beletiva made up her mind, naught would ever shake her resolution.  He ached to remind his Mistress, that the Purple Forest was once the heart of Morgullus's realm, until Beletiva, long ago, drove him from it, into the wastelands.  The demonic Troll King still exercised shadowy dominion there, and none of the people of the Vale would enter the forest, unless the need was great.

With a silvery laugh, Beletiva took up her great bow, and vaulted onto the back of her fiery, black stallion.  Zachariah shook his head, sadly, feeling some stroke of ill fortune was about to come upon them.  Despite her headstrong, imperious ways, Beletiva was warm and endearing, and the old priest dared to love her and worry about her, as he would a daughter.

As the goddess's great steed thundered through the vale, toward the edges of the Purple Forest, people bowed their heads, and blessed the day, Gracious Beletiva had come to shepherd their destiny.  In a land where peasants plowed their fields with oxen and merchants carried their wares on the backs of stunted donkeys, the great horse was a wondrous sight in himself, yet none had eye for ought but the wondrous beauty of Beletiva.

As the horse thundered into the depths of the Purple Forest, Beletiva shivered, feeling the evil chill of the dank, ancient wood.  "Curse Zachariah and his timid maunderings!  Yet, there is an evil aura about this wicked place!"  The Goddess laughed at her own forebodings. "Bah!  What has a goddess to fear in her own forest! I'll soon be like the simple folk of the Vale, afraid to leave their cots after dark!"  The goddess laughed.

Beletiva hunted all the day, and dusk was upon her, when at last, she espied the evil form of the great fell wolf.

The goddess slipped nimbly from the back of the spirited war-horse, and notching her great hunting bow, stalked silently closer.  With graceful ease, Beletiva drew back the great bow, that ten metal smiths could not have budged.

Just as the Divine Huntress was about to let loose her arrow, a cloaked, hooded figure stepped from the shadows of the forest and stood, protectively, in front of the ravening beast.

"Ho, Archer!  Why do you shoot at my pet?"  The voice was that of a girl, yet harsh and grating, edged with arrogant cruelty.  Beletiva's sharp eye noted the face under the hood was youthfully handsome, yet edged with a sardonic sneer, beyond her years.

"Mind your manners, Child!  Do you dare questions me?"  The imperious goddess demanded, with a haughty snap of her golden tresses.  "I am Beletiva, and this forest, and all the lands surrounding, are under my protection!  That evil, fell creature beside you has killed children, and is not fit to live!  Now step aside!"

Beletiva's command was met with a harsh laugh.  "You presume to protect this forest of the Trolls? Your impudent presumption is indeed divine, 'Goddess'!  I am Princess Erishka, daughter of Morgullus, and I tread this wood by ancient right!"

"Hear me, Troll Halfling!  Your evil race has no right or dominion, here! Begone!  I command it!"

Again, Beletiva's command was met by laughter, though at a whispered command, the slavering fell wolf trotted away into the gloom of the forest.
The haughty, Divine Maiden was unused to such cavalier response to her words.

"Perhaps this impudent troll slut needs a taste of Divine Justice?"  Beletiva murmured. "Yet she is but a girl!  I shall merely singe her arrogant pride with a bolt of Divine Power!"  Beletiva put aside her bow, and raised her mighty right arm in readiness.  Pointing her finger, the Heavenly Huntress summoned the Divine Power unto herself, at no little cost, and hurled forth the bolt of energy.

Even as Beletiva's righteous bolt cleaved the darkening forest murk, the troll maid drew forth a shimmering circlet from beneath her cloak, and raised it protectively. To Beletiva's wonder, the Divine Energy glanced harmlessly off the glimmering object!

"By the Eternal Heavens, this is curious, indeed!"  Beletiva mused, and in the same moment, unthinkingly loosed another bolt of energy of even greater power.  Once again, the irresistible force of energy was deflected harmlessly away from the troll.  Beletiva paused, wearied by the tremendous expenditure of energy.  She had never hurled two bolts of power in so short a space.  Even a Goddess could not wield such power without due caution.

Impetuous Beletiva was not easily thwarted.  Throwing prudence to the winds, she loosed, yet a third of the Divine Bolts.  Beletiva's shoulders slumped in weariness, and she panted in exertion, as though she had just run an arduous race against the wind.  A wave of giddiness flowed over her divine form.

"Is it possible?  Does this halfling troll possess Shimmura's long lost mirror?"  Beletiva asked herself, in amazement.  "And, if it is indeed Shimmura Mirror, how can this troll child wield its power?  If it is so, I must be sure! I must risk another Bolt of Rectitude, no matter the price!"

Despite her resolve, Beletiva felt a sense of dread, at thought of wielding the Divine Power again.  The Goddess felt her strength on the ebb, her energy drained away.  Nevertheless, Beletiva drew herself up, for one final trial.  Her abundant bosom trembled.  She raised her arm once more, and saw her strong limb tremble uncontrollably.  The giddiness in her dauntless bosom almost overbore her senses.  With a shock, Beletiva realized, she no longer had the strength to hurl another Divine Bolt.

"Better settle this halfling with more direct means!"  The Goddess reflected.  Falling into a defensive stance, Beletiva advanced on the troll maiden.  The sun had almost disappeared from the western sky, now, and the chill, purple shadow deepened as Beletiva advanced.  Once again, the Divine Maiden felt the evil of this cursed wood, and almost wished she had listened to Zachariah's words of caution, in the bright morning sun.

"Bah!  It is just the infirmity I suffer from overuse of the Divine bolts!  It was rash to impetuously weaken myself, and all in vain too, for surely the troll does indeed unaccountably possess that cursed mirror!"  The deity told herself,  angry for succumbing to the evil aura of the evil wood.  "I must deal with this trolling cautiously though, for I have lost much strength, and may grow weaker still!"

As  the Goddess approached, the troll girl threw aside her dark, hooded cloak.  Beneath, she was clad in orc's garb, yet Beletiva saw the girl was of comely, mortal appearance. Only her outsized feet and hands betrayed trollish parentage.

Erishka slyly watched the approaching goddess with sharp eye.   She was pleased to see the weariness in Beletiva's magnificent form and the strain on her beautiful face. "The divine fool has exhausted herself before the test is  fairly begun!" The cunning Troll thought.

When the goddess neared, Erishka suddenly shrieked in fury and attacked, as the master from the east taught her.  Her large troll feet were deadly, and the wearied goddess was caught by surprise despite her caution.  Erishka's foot struck Beletiva in the delicate feminine place between her long, strong legs, and did deadly damage. Never had Beletiva suffered such impious impudence.

As Divine Beletiva doubled over in pain, Erishka leapt at her, and grabbed her neck.  The troll sought to drive her knee into the same vulnerable feminine spot, but this time the goddess was ready.  She locked her powerful thighs together protectively, and at the same instant drove her own hard fist into Erishka's middle.

When  Erishka tottered backward, the weary goddess gathered all her fast waning strength, and struck a mighty blow to the troll's chin.

Seeing her foe reel helplessly from the force of her blow, the Goddess, alert and ready, graciously waited for the troll woman to recover, but as soon as she saw Erishka had steadied her limbs, Beletiva swept her own long, full fleshed leg around and into Erishka's side.  The stroke near upended the smaller troll woman, but somehow she kept her legs under her.

As Erishka tottered on uncertain legs, Beletiva hammered her hard fist into the girls' chin.  The potent blow knocked the troll princess on her hind quarters.

The young, troll maiden looked so pitiful, sitting forlornly on the ground, in apparent stupor, that her distress moved Beletiva's generous heart to mercy.  As the goddess knelt to minister to her fallen foe, she panted, herself, in near exhaustion, for the battle, short though it was, on the heels of the fruitless and perilously weakening outlay of the Bolts of Rectitude, took a fearful toll, even on Beletiva's near inexhaustible, divine strength and stamina.  The Divine Maiden was grateful to kneel by the girl and rest a moment.  She thanked the heavens, the battle was successfully over, so soon.  Yet, the wily troll was not so badly hurt as she pretended.  Even as Beletiva knelt beside her, Erishka slyly gathered a fist full of dirt and grit in her hand.