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The Pope stood upon a balcony overlooking thousands of Romans who had gathered there to witness his speech. Two soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire stood on either side of an ornate door as protectors of the important religious figure. Gregory had been appointed by the child king who reigned from Germany, and by a letter of the Emperor's decree, had sent a messenger to Rome that was requested to speak on his behalf at the end of the papal speech.

"I should snuff you out, as I have before - Demon..." Irah said under her breath as she sat in the room awaiting her time to speak to the masses. She held Mathew in her palm, scoffing at the arousal sticking up between his legs. "Unholy abomination of lust... I've had dreams of you though, visions from God. Rejoice, creature... You may serve the Lord yet as my slave. If my dreams are correct, I might need you later..."

There were two women in the room - Irah and another girl who sat across from her. The other girl had blue eyes and long red hair, though she wore a white dress reminiscent of Aloisia's. Instead of sandals, she wore black flat-soled leather boots with dark ornate markings on them. She sat in a fairly nice chair watching the two, her head propped up by her arm with her elbow on the chair's edge. Although she was wide awake, she seemed like she could fall asleep at any second.

Mathew didn't say anything, he just lay in the palm of her glove looking up to her. Instead of crushing him outright, she took some string and slipped it around his neck like a noose. Gently she tugged it until it was tight around his tiny throat, keeping his hair pinned beneath the rope as well before leaning forward and lifting her toes up enough that she could slip him underneath. He fit perfectly beneath the digits as she gently looped the rope around the sandal's strap. When the noose was secured to keep him in place, she tied another little rope around his ankles and let her toes rest.

Mat remained still, letting her do what she wanted. When her toes came down, he felt his arousal slip up between two of the digits. It forced him to sigh with pleasure as his legs were tugged down and the rope secured near her pinky toe on the sandal's strap. All she had to do was step in the wrong way though and he'd be beneath the ball of her foot and killed... She flexed her toes, getting him comfortable for her speech in a moment. The motion caused Mathew to let out a pained groan, one that she heard.

"Perhaps I've been going about your tortures in the wrong way, Demon..." she cooed down to him, gently gripping him in her sandal. "You seem to be attracted to my feet... Likely a Lesser Demon of some sort, perhaps a servant in your own world. I'll spend some time overloading your little senses until you can't speak..."

She stood. Mat could feel her weight settle down on the sandal as he was tucked deep below her toes. he was safe, but it was still hard to breathe. Aloisia was heavy, standing at an otherworldly 7'9" - Among the humans she masqueraded as, she was still a Giantess. Not all members of the Silver Dawn were as tall as she, which helped them blend into the population. Flexing her toes again she could feel Mat's little body begin to quake and squirm... Somehow she knew he couldn't actually climax. Perhaps a dream, or an intuition... She could feel this would be torture, and she was right.

Casually she walked toward the doorway leading to the balcony... Stopping before it, she closed her eyes.

"The unholy shall be judged today..." She said, "Ready?"

"You going to let me torture your Demon too? Everything here is so... Uneventful." The redhead said, sitting up in her chair with her legs still crossed.

"Perhaps later. You know what to do..." irah replied.

"Today, people of Rome." A muffled voice could be heard through the door, "I present to you, Saint Daria - She has traveled from Germany, her words are the words of our Emperor."

Just as he finished speaking, the two guards on the balcony outside opened the door for 'Daria'. Aloisia smiled, walking forward casually with Mathew in tow. Each step she took was maddening.... Her toes would lift, sliding up his arousal before settling back down. From time to time his arousal would miss the crack between her digits and smush up against his abdomen, the sensation still giving him a maddening amount of pleasure.

Irah stepped forward as the doors behind her were shut by the soldiers. Pope Gregory motioned toward her, inviting her forward before withdrawing himself toward the door she had just come through...

The moment it had closed though, the sound of wood sliding against wood could be faintly heard. The Red-head had sealed the door behind her companion, turning to keep her back to the door and guard it from intrusion. Two short blades emerged from the sleeves of her dress to rest in her hands in the event any interlopers happened to come.

"People of Rome, I bring you joyous news." Aloisia began, looking over the crowd. "Today marks the beginning of a great era, overseen by God in His glory. It marks the end of great injustice and persecution, and the beginning of a better; prosperous Rome."

Gregory gripped the handle to the door and gently pulled. When it wouldn't budge, he put a bit more strength into the action... It was definitely sealed tight from the inside.

"What is this?" He said loud enough the guards could hear, but they did nothing. The two men simply stood like statues on either side of the doorway, watching Irah from behind. there were other soldiers about in the crowd as well as archers posted in specific locations to defend the people below.

"The Holy Roman Empire will forever change on this day. Your leadership is flawed and unholy, tainted by the devil - It requires a purge..."

"Blasphemy!" The Pope growled as he turned back to St. Daria. He went to walk toward her, to get her to stop spouting this nonsense - but the moment he stepped forward, one of the soldiers took his wrist and pulled him back to restrain him. Gregory turned to face the man, looking into his eyes - Ethereal blue as well... Just like Irah's, just like the red-haired woman inside.

"Today, I received word that my holy soldiers were successful. Your Emperor was painlessly sent to be judged by God - And I now inherit the right to rule."

With that, the crowd grew restless. Chatter began to spread among the people below as the archers along the walls strung arrows onto their weapons. Some of them looked nervous, others looked stone cold and resolute. The soldier who held the Pope's arm stepped forward, forcing him to the edge of the balcony next to Aloisia who stood several foot taller than him.

In a swift motion, the woman clad in white jumped up onto the edge of the railing. She displayed remarkable balance and grace as she stood, her toes hanging over the edge barely revealing Mat's little strung-up body. He could feel the wind pass through, the slight musk of her feet - though not overpowering - was still there. Fueling his pleasure and adding to the torture he was receiving. He was already beyond the tipping point of pleasure, now everything added was simply more to torture him with.

In a flash of light, she changed. Shards of crystal materialized several inches away from her back in the air. Six in total, the same blue color of her eyes. From them came a set of six enormous snow-white feathered wings that spread out seven feet in either direction. Her arms were at her side as she stood with her feet together, though she was vastly different now. Her skin was covered in a layer of soft gray fur. The black markings around her eyes were now white in color, though her hair stayed the same. Her face had elongated into that of a wolf, and a long gray tail tipped in white extended from behind her. Her dress was designed to accept the tail that elegantly protruded from underneath a layer of white fabric at the base. She now had four large canine-style toes with pure white pads.

Mat took a deep breath as he felt his body engulf in light. When he could open his eyes again, his vision was filled with gray fur. The large, powerful toes of the otherworldly being held him in place, his arousal still finding its place between the digits now coated in soft fur and sweat. He could see the pad on the ball of her foot was white as well, and though he couldn't see it, she had a pad on her heel that followed the same color scheme. Her four toes pulled him in slightly, lifting him into his prison as she stood above the crowd.

"I am Aloisia Irah - Leader of the Silver Dawn, and by divine right, I claim the throne of the Holy Roman Empire." She stated, looking down upon the people below who were beginning to panic. Archers drew back, though none fired due to the Pope's close proximity to the woman on the edge of the balcony. "Resistance will be punished by death - Disobedience to God's ways will not be tolerated. The Silver Dawn has spent years infiltrating Rome, and this shall be our new capital city. Your friends are among us, your loved ones, neighbors, and soldiers. Now, we will march forth under a single banner and bring peace to the world... In the name of God."

The moment she spoke of Silver Dawn members within the military, almost half of the archers turned their arrows on their comrades. Some of them were Silver Dawn, but others were simply unsure. They had no idea how to act, not with a threat like this. Aloisia retracted her wings into the crystals hovering over her back, which folded in to resemble a small shield. Gently she stepped back down from the edge, her heavy paws clad in sandals thumped roughly on the ground sending a euphoric wave of pleasure through Mat's little trapped body.

She then pulled her gloves off to reveal her hands. White claws with white pads on her fingertips and palms... Without warning, her right hand shot like a viper's strike to the Pope's throat nearly knocking him over the edge. His hat fell to the crowd below as his voice was stifled. Her grip was fierce, and he was narrowly able to avoid having his windpipe crushed in the simple motion.

"The papacy has been corrupted by a snake..." She said, raising her left hand to show the razor-sharp claws. "And you all have been lead astray by his wicked sins."

Her blue eyes locked onto the Pope's. She didn't smile, her expression was cold as ice.

"You've killed too many of God's chosen to be allowed to live, Gregory. Today, justice will be served... May God have mercy on your eternal soul."

As she finished that statement, her left hand shot toward his chest. The white claws slashed the fabric away to reveal bare skin, and when the way was clear, plunged deeply into his chest. He tried to scream, but her grip on his throat was too tight. She roughly ripped her hand out, tearing through his rib-cage to uncover the heart pulsing quickly in his chest. The moment it was visible, she snatched it from his body.

Still alive, he watched her devour his heart...

She threw him to the ground behind her near the two soldiers who stood by the doorway. With blood draining from her chin, she turned to face the crowd. Some of the people screamed in terror, others chattered among themselves. The doors to the area were closed, so none could escape if they wanted to... Sealed by infiltrators.

"From this day forth, I claim the title of your Empress. Serve me and the Silver Dawn, and I will lead you into a new age. An age of peace, an age of God's decree. Stand against my armies and fall, stand with me and prosper. There will be no more famine - Taxes will be used only for the betterment of our civilization and not to fill the pockets of your royalty. You will know prosperity, so long as you know God."

With that she turned, heading back into the building. The red-headed woman had unlocked the door, and the guards had both opened a side for her to pass through. The woman on the other side had her blades withdrawn into their sheaths. She welcomed the new Empress of Rome inside, gesturing toward several bodies on the floor of failed soldiers who had attempted to stop her.

"They were boring and unimpressive. Are you sure you need this army?" The red-head said.

"They're wayward souls, and it's our duty to lead them..." Irah replied. She put her gloves back into her hands as she made her way to the Pope's sleeping quarters.

After a long fight against the Holy Roman Empire, her people could now be free of the war and be prosperous...

She looked through his library, pulling out a book that looked particularly interesting before stepping over to the bed with Mathew in tow. Casually, she sat down on the edge of the bed. The crystals vanished in a flicker of light, but she still maintained her wolf form. With her free hand she undid her sandal's laces and slipped her feet free from her footwear's confines. With a masterfully careful motion, her clawed toes cut the strings around Mat's neck and ankles.

He quivered on the ground, looking up to the wolfess as she plucked him from her sandal and set him on the bed. Almost innocently, the 7'9" giantess set her book on her lap and trapped Mathew beneath her toes once again. He fell to his back as she casually drug him toward her, and when he was in place, she simply rolled her ankle and leg so that her sole was visible to him.

"Show me your devotion, Demon." She cooed, watching him crawl to the white pad on the ball of her foot. He began to knead into her skin, gently planting kisses on the pungent flesh. Even though it was feral and animalistic, it still had the odor one would expect from a human. She began to read from the tome to herself, letting him massage the sole of her footpaw... After a few hours of worship, she was once again engulfed in light...

She returned to her human form, and Mat continued to worship her throughout the night...

The Next Morning

Mat lay on the ground next to her bed, exhausted. He couldn't sleep, but the new Empress seemed to fall asleep easily. There were two guards, both of them members of the Silver Dawn, standing outside of her room for protection. She awoke naturally though, her enormous feet sliding out from beneath the covers to land on the floor next to the little exhausted human. She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, before looking down to see Mathew quaking on the floor.

"Pathetic..." She said in a yawn, carefully standing up. She casually set her right foot atop Mat's little body, shifting her weight onto him as she slipped her left foot into her sandal and began to fasten it around her ankle. She felt him compress against her skin, his body flattening out and holding tightly to her skin. The air squeaked from his lungs, his little form resisted for a mere second before his insides exploded from his abdomen. The sensation was positively delightful...

She then lifted her other foot from the ground to her sandal, taking him with her in the process. All that was left on the ground was a single splatter of blood, the rest of his carcass was taken into her sandal to be worn for the day. She fastened her sandal tightly around her ankle and began to walk toward the door, the old Pope's blood now dry on her mouth.