Ranni's Revenge
by test715

(Warning: Contains F/F mini giantess facesitting, fart torture, and anal vore)

After another brutal day of seeking women to break wind in her face so she might gain resilience to Malenia’s rotten wind, Alys was exhausted. She was continuously amazed at just how tiring serving as a human fart receptacle was, though the fever she was running from subjecting herself to a myriad of less-than-sanitary backsides in the Lands Between certainly didn't help matters.

The one responsible for her most recent exhaustion was the aspiring Finger Maiden, Hyetta. Alys initially considered being forthright and bribing her with the “grapes” she so ravenously craved, but seeing as she was blind, barely moved, and Alys preferred not feeding her any more creepy eyes, she decided to take a more subtle approach.

Alys cast a basic spell to silence any noises she might make, sat a few inches behind Hyetta’s arse, then waited. To ensure she didn't quit the moment things got tough, she also cast a paralysis spell on herself which would last for several hours without affecting her breathing.

Alys thought waiting for Hyetta to naturally break wind might be a waste of time, but her fears (hopes, actually) turned out to be unfounded. It barely took a minute before Hyetta leaned forward and grunted softly. Alys had expected a dainty toot from the maiden, but was instead subjected to a truly monstrous release; reeking of sour milk and rotten eggs.

Even more impressive than the stench was the sound, as Hyetta ripped arse with such volume that one would think she was deaf rather than blind. And it didn't let up from there…

It was enough to bring Alys to the brink of madness; albeit a very different type of madness than what emissaries of the Frenzied Flame desired to usher in. Though considering the vileness she was now subjecting herself to, perhaps she already was mad, for what sane woman would willingly endure such debasement?

Several miserable hours later, the spell finally wore off and Alys was free to stumble away in search of somewhere to sleep. Her bedroom of choice as of late was an abandoned room in the Roundtable Hold which she’d renovated into her own personal quarters. A bit musty admittedly, but it might as well have smelled freshly-picked flowers after the horrors her nostrils had endured.

It was actually rather cozy, save for the dozens of weapons she’d collected and subsequently tossed into a disorderly pile in the corner. Alys had meant to find some time to organize her collection of ancient, legendary armaments, but never got around to it. There were always more pressing things on her mind; namely her traumatic recollections of Melenia’s muscular arse cheeks pressing against her face before unleashing a gaseous barrage.

After locking herself in the room and unceremoniously dropping her glintstone staff on the floor, Alys fell face-first onto the bed and almost immediately began snoring without even bothering to undress. It felt as if she'd only just closed her eyes before being awoken by something damp beneath her.

“Huh…?” Alys groggily rubbed her eyes. Why are my clothes soaked? Surely I haven't regressed to bedwetting, have I? She gingerly touched her damp clothes and sniffed her fingers, and was relieved to find it was merely cool, odorless water.

“Oh thank goodness…” Alys breathed a sigh of relief, but was left more questions than answers. But then… Why am I all wet? Not just me, but the sheets too! In fact, this doesn't even feel like my bed anymore! She sat up and rubbed her dry eyes until she could see clearly, then gasped at what she saw.

Alys was somehow atop a vast, if not infinite, plane of water beneath a starry night sky. On the horizon was a massive icy moon resembling those used in lunar sorceries. Alys had visited a similar place when she'd fought Renalla, but the moon here was much larger and darker than the one she'd encountered previously.

Alys rubbed her eyes and blinked again; not from fatigue, but shock. She thought she might just be having a particularly vivid fever dream, but if she was, lucidity alone wasn't enough to wake her. Though if this was real, it was peculiar that she no longer felt ill in the slightest.

As Alys stood up and her eyes began to focus, she noticed there was a figure approaching from the horizon. A towering humanoid who, despite wearing the loose, regal blue robes which were the signature of Carian royalty, Alys could tell boasted a shapely, feminine frame. She might've mistaken the woman for Renalla, were it not for the lack of a crescent-shaped hat and presence of long, flaming-red hair which fell over her shoulders.

As the mystery woman drew closer, several other details came into focus. As eye-catching as her wavy, crimson locks were, Alys was particularly enraptured by the woman’s visage. Her flawless pale skin… Her calculating icy-blue eyes… Her thin, pursed lips…

Her features were enthralling… and familiar.

“...Ranni?” Alys asked with a tilt of her head. She’d seen Ranni’s Empyrean body only once before, but seeing a charred, discarded corpse did little to prepare her for seeing the Lunar Princess in her prime.

Alys’ suspicions were confirmed as the woman began to speak. Though her voice was warmer than that of her doll form, her dialect and intonation was still unmistakably that of Ranni the Witch.

“Greetings, mine consort eternal. I have matters to discuss with thee for which this form, though illusory, seemeth ideal.” Ranni smiled slyly. “Art thou well on thy way to becoming Elden Lord? How fares thy task?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly how I’m faring.” Alys grimaced, her momentary awe and infatuation giving way to bitter resentment. “Why did you turn Malenia against me?! She could have proven a powerful ally, had you not cursed her with fetid, unrelenting wind!”

“She is no ally. With Miquella secreted away, she is the only other Empyrean in the Lands Between who might usurp my ascension. I merely noticed an opportunity to render her indisposed whilst also exacting revenge for thy prior transgressions, and seized it.”

“Indisposed?! She still seems pretty fucking capable to me! I can’t even scratch her before she… violates me!” Alys shivered.

“Indisposed in the sense she cannot acquire a consort, as any aspiring suitors cannot endure her fumes. Her combat proficiencies are of no consequence if merely being in her presence slays and repulses her prospects.”

“Well, it seems pretty fucking consequential to me…” Alys grumbled.

“Oh, my dearest apologies…” Ranni furrowed her brow. “Dost thou not enjoy being made helpless as thou art humiliated - thy honor and dignity sullied in depraved ways thou had yet to imagine?” She crossed her arms. “I merely presumed thou desired to be treated in the same manner as thou hath treated thy consort.”

“Okay, I’ll admit I didn't treat you particularly well, but-”

“But what?!” Ranni snapped, her face flushed with indignant rage. “Because of thee I was devoured by mine own mother, passed through her bowels, and left to fester in her chamberpot!”

“That one wasn't even my fault! In fact, you were the one who’d shrunk us! Trust me, being smothered by your mother's fat arse wasn't exactly great for me either!”

“And the other dishonors thou inflicted upon me?! I also seemeth to recall thee crushing me beneath thine own ‘fat arse’ and mirthfully breaking wind upon me! Or hast my memory betrayed me?”

“Yeah but… I performed the Rite of Absolution! I went to the church, drank the celestial dew, and everything! Why are you still mad at me?!”

“Thou were meant to anoint thyself with the dew. Not imbibe it. Thou idiot.”

“...Oh.” Alys’ cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “So then… you never forgave me? Then why did you permit me to become your consort?”

“I required thou to eliminate the baleful shadows, so that I might slay mine own fingers and shed my corporeality in full. Feigning forgiveness was merely the fastest way to achieve such a result. Afterwards, as… irksome as I find thee, in order to weave my night into being I require a Tarnished consort. As I find myself lacking for suitors, I was forced to settle for thee.”

“Settle for me? Gee, thanks…” Alys crossed her arms and pouted. “So what, you've brought me here just to gloat then? Is that it? I’m sure this has all been hilarious for you…”

“Whilst watching thee debase thyself hast indeed brought me no small amount of satisfaction, no.” Ranni stepped closer, and the size difference between them became even more apparent. Alys barely made it up to her mistress's navel, and her view of Ranni’s face was obstructed by her bosom. “I brought thee here so we might consummate our union, as is expected of an Empyrean and their consort. Whilst this form’s comparative lack of appendages is limiting in many ways, it remains much better suited for a task such as this, dost thou not agree?”

“Huh…?” Alys blinked slowly as Ranni gently caressed her cheek, unsure how to respond to such emotional whiplash. Unlike those of her doll body, Ranni’s hands were now tantalizingly soft and warm. “But… I thought- You just that-”

“For all thy many, many flaws… I never claimeth that thou art unsightly. It hast been many an age since I last indulged in pleasures of the flesh, and I find myself wanting. Likewise, I expect thou seeketh an outlet for thy frustrations after all thou hath endured, and the touch of another is much preferable to that of thine own hand. If our bond truly is to be eternal, better we cleanse our bad blood sooner rather than later. Now lie down.”

“I… Okay.” Alys swallowed hard as she obeyed Ranni’s command. As she did, the ground shifted beneath her from water to a lavish bed in what seemed to be Ranni’s tower. Whether this was merely an illusion or they'd truly teleported, Alys neither knew nor cared. It felt real to her, and that's all that mattered.

Alys had been prepared to strip out of her wet clothes, but they seemed to have vanished when her surroundings shifted. And, as Alys discovered as she looked to her side, as had Ranni’s. The Lunar Princess was nothing short of stunning - boasting a shapely chest, toned stomach, wide hips, and a surprisingly fat arse. Like mother, like daughter in that regard, though Alys tried to push any thoughts of her time beneath Rennala from her mind.

Alys wasn't sure what she should sample first - Ranni’s supple breasts, her crimson-haired cunt, or her glorious “twin moons”. While her appreciation of arses had declined considerably for obvious reasons, not even she could resist the allure of the Lunar Princess’ heart-shaped haunches.

An Empyrean… Alys’ heart raced as Ranni climbed the bed and towered over her. I’m about to fuck an Empyrean! While she’d grown intimately familiar with Malenia’s intimates over her many defeats, Alys didn't count being face-fucked by a gassy, rot-afflicted swordswoman as proper love-making.

Not wishing to appear desperate, Alys tried to suppress her schoolgirl-esque giddiness and play it cool. “So…” She batted her eyes seductively. “What should we do firs- MMPH!” She grunted as Ranni unceremoniously dropped onto her face, smothering her Tarnished consort with her arse. Not exactly the romantic foreplay she’d been hoping for.

Alys cautiously took a whiff of the massive, wrinkled hole pressed against her lips… and was relieved to discover Ranni’s hygiene was pristine - to the point even her deepest, foulest crevice smelled of flowery oils and lotions, with a hint of glintstone.

Whew… Alys breathed a sigh of relief - as much as she could with a massive demigod astride her face. For a second I thought-

Alys thoughts were interrupted as Ranni’s anus suddenly puckered against her mouth, opened up, and unleashed a deep, bellowing fart onto her face - vibrating her upper lip for nearly 10 seconds straight before sputtering out.

F-Fuck…! Alys could barely breathe beneath Ranni, and what little she could made her wish she couldn't. While the Empyrean’s body might have smelled pleasant, her flatulence was anything but. Not Malenia-bad, obviously, but that wasn't exactly a high bar to clear.

Judging by the stench of digested prawn (which Alys had unleashed on Ranni’s doll form more times than she could count), it seemed evident that the Lunar Princess had fine-tuned her gas for the express purpose of maximizing the poetic justice from such an act.

Alys writhed beneath Ranni as she desperately tried to free her face from the Empyrean’s ravenous crack, but her efforts, though valiant, were ultimately in vain. Physical strength had never been Alys’ forte, and trying to move Ranni’s new/old body might as well have been trying to move a mountain, albeit a rather soft and squishy one.

It was only once Alys’ struggles weakened and she was on the cusp of passing out did Ranni rise, permitting her consort to gulp down some much needed (though still tainted) air.

“You… But… I thought…” Alys wheezed. “You said that… We were going to…”

“Didst thou truly presume to have thy way with me? After the countless indignities I endured whilst at thy mercy?” Ranni scoffed. “Thou art both a strumpet and a fool. I merely needed to spread my legs to disarm thee utterly.”

Alys’ eyes watered at Ranni’s betrayal. Well, mostly at the horrifically rancid fart which now clung to her face, but partially the betrayal too. After all the shit she’d endured, both metaphorically and literally, she’d been desperately craving a distraction from everything. And what better distraction than the soft, tender touch of a beautiful woman? One who wasn't intent on breaking wind on her face? To have her hopes crushed in such a foul manner… she was devastated.

“...Art thou weeping?” Ranni furrowed her brow as her consort’s lip quivered.

“N-No…” Alys sniffled.

Hath she endured enough perhaps…? Though briefly feeling a twinge of pity, Ranni only needed to recall her time at the Tarnished’s mercy to harden herself. No. Tis precisely what she deserves.

“Then explain thy sullen face.” Ranni sneered, unmoved by her consort’s despair. “This is what thine asinine plan demands, is it not? If thou truly wishes to develop immunity towards Malenia’s rotten wind, surely inhaling that of another Empyrean would be to thy benefit? Now open thy mouth, so I might defile thy lecherous tongue.”

“N-No! I’ve changed my mind!” Alys begged. “My plan is stupid! Please don't do this, I can't handle it!! You already got your revenge through Malenia! Haven't I suffered enough?!”

“Indeed, thou have suffered considerably - both at my behest and of thy own volition. But I shall not be satiated until thou hast suffered by mine own hand. Until I can be certain thou hast experienced the horrors inflicted upon me ten-fold. Struggle, beg, weep… I care not a jot. For as long as thou’rt in my illusion, thy fate is mine.”

“G-Get away!” Alys scurried off the bed and into a corner. “Or else… Or else I’ll usher in someone else’s age once I’ve entered the Erdtree! I have options, you know! No matter how much you wish otherwise, that decision is mine alone, is it not?!”

Alys’ threat gave Ranni pause. Would she truly be so idiotic, so stubborn as to throw away everything I’ve toiled towards, the atrocities I’ve committed to usher in a better world, merely because I intend to wound her pride in the same manner as she wounded mine? Ranni clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes. …What am I thinking, of course she would.

“Very well…” Ranni backed off and scowled, while Alys sighed with both shock and relief. “Whilst my vengeance shall not be denied, I shalt grant thee a boon in exchange for thy compliance.” She raised her hand and spoke solemnly. “I hereby vow, upon my name of Ranni the Witch… In exchange for thy service eternal, I shalt grant thee the power needed to defeat thy foe, Malenia. Dost thou agree?”

Alys hesitated. She wasn't exactly eager at the prospect of enduring more of Ranni’s gas, but if it truly meant she’d be able to put an end to Malenia… “Yes.” She nodded, figuring she was probably gonna get farted on anyways so she might as well try to get something for it. “I agree.”

“Excellent. Now sit down, so I might use thee as my chair.”

As Alys looked up towards the ceiling and braced herself, she silently prayed Ranni wouldn't sit on her full-weight, and would instead employ the same gravity magic used by her brother Radahn to spare his steed. While other Tarnished might have been able to wield weapons and armor several times their body weight, the heaviest thing Alys’ slender arms carried was her staff - and even that she lightened with gravity sorceries.

To her dismay (but not surprise), Ranni denied her any such mercy - forcefully dropping onto her consort’s face and causing Alys’ arms to immediately give out. They both fell to the ground with a thud - the only part of Alys’ head still visible being her long, raven hair messily spilling out from under Ranni’s arse.

“As expected…” Ranni sighed. “Thy arms are as flimsy as thy morals.” She then proceeded to add insult to injury by nonchalantly leaning to the side, breaking wind, then making herself comfortable atop her consort’s nose.

“Hmph…” Alys groaned miserably, surprised she'd survived the impact. Though if that didn't kill her, the subsequent suffocation almost certainly would. Well… At least I’ll respawn at Grace sooner than later, I suppose. All that’s left is to die with as much dignity as one can, given the circumstances…

Sensing her consort's resignation, Ranni addressed Alys hopes. “Thou shalt not perish beneath me, Tarnished. This realm is mine alone to control, and as such death is a mercy which shan’t be afforded to thee. The only respites to thy suffering shalt be at my discretion, or in fleeting periods of unconsciousness.”

Ranni smiled contently and summoned a book as Alys’ dread began to set in. “Best make thyself comfortable, as thy freedom shalt only be restored upon my whim.”

As Alys began to writhe beneath her, feverishly searching for any pocket of air she might find, Ranni answered her prayers with a wrinkle of her nose and a soft grunt - filling Alys’ lungs with a deep, bellowing release. Rancid though it might be, it was nevertheless enough to stave off the terrible sensation of suffocation - if only briefly. When her lungs yet again began to cry out for air, Ranni had but one word for her consort…

“Lick.”

— — Later — —

Alys wasn't sure how long she'd been trapped in Ranni’s illusion. Somewhere between a week and a month, if she had to guess. Between the perpetual nighttime, bouts of unconsciousness, and just overall dream-like passing of time, it was impossible to say for certain.

While Ranni did sleep on occasion (with Alys typically accompanying her under the covers, and (usually) not in a fun way), this couldn't be used to track “days”, as she didn’t need rest as a mortal would and only did so when it pleased her.

As Alys quickly discovered, Ranni intended to take full advantage of the “eternal” part of her consort's “eternal service”. Although she was assured no time at all was passing as her true body slumbered in the Roundtable, that was of little comfort considering the humiliations inflicted upon her seemed very much real and arduous.

If Ranni had opted to simply torment her every waking moment, in the same foul ways with the same foul smells, then Alys believed she'd eventually disassociate and grow numb to her mistress’ wind. But unfortunately for her, the Lunar Princess turned out to be quite adept when it came to punishing her consort. It was evident Ranni had been plotting her revenge for quite some time.

For starters, Ranni made sure to continuously alter her gas’ stench so Alys would never grow accustomed to it. It ranged from sour, sickly-sweet, burning, bitter, and every combination in-between. All uniquely rancid, save for the time Ranni made her wind addictive so she could relish her consort enthusiastically huffing her arsehole.

Ranni’s methods went far beyond that, however. To keep Alys’ mind sharp, she decided to personally teach her consort about the lunar sorceries she once craved so intently. Ranni would read from one of the many spell books in her library as she sat on Alys’ face, then quiz Alys about the details. As one would imagine, learning was rather difficult with a massive, flatulent demigod’s arse smothering your face, resulting in frequent “corrections” courtesy of her teacher/tormentor/wife.

If Alys answered correctly, there'd be no reward save for an approving nod from her mistress (which she couldn't even see from between her arse cheeks). But if she was wrong… In her illusion, there was nothing “demi” about Ranni’s godhood. She could do whatever she pleased - whether it be forcing Alys’ mouth open, using a portal to make Alys smell her own arse, or (Ranni’s favorite) shrinking Alys down to the size of a doll and keeping her in her panties for hours at a time.

Whatever the punishment, the only way to end it was to grovel for mercy using some combination of self-deprecation, profuse apologies, and considerable arse kissing/tonguing. Though she liked to think herself better than such base indulgences, revenge brought no small amount of pleasure to the proud Empyrean… carnal included.

There turned out to be some truth towards Ranni feeling “pent-up” after inhabiting a doll for gods-knows how long, and her consort's tongue, though comparatively small, proved rather adept at bringing her to climax. While the rest of Alys’ body lacked even the slightest iota of dexterity, her tongue seemed the sole exception.

While licking Ranni’s gassy, oft sweaty arse was just as unpleasant as it sounded, Alys nevertheless strived to satiate her mistress's appetites whenever possible, as doing so seemed the only way to earn Ranni’s mercy. Or at least her apathy, if nothing else.

If Alys performed exceptionally, Ranni often stumbled into bed and entered a deep slumber without forcing her consort under the covers first, granting Alys a much-needed respite where she was free to do… anything else besides getting farted on. Whilst asleep, Ranni would occasionally cast gravity magic and begin floating over her bed as she snored softly, evidently preferring the sensation of weightlessness to that of her mattress. Quite similar to Rennala floating in her chair, in that regard.

Once, the slumbering Empyrean had even cast a sorcery to pull Alys towards her in order to use her Tarnished consort as a body pillow as she slept. While initially scared Ranni would drop her, her fears quickly subsided upon nuzzling her face into the Empyrean’s massive cleavage.

Ranni was rather flustered when she awoke to find Alys in her embrace; insisting that she must’ve been aiming at a pillow and missed, or that Alys had snuck into arms of her own volition.

Alys then made the mistake of smiling smugly and sarcastically assuaging her mistress, to which Ranni responded by huffing, shrinking Alys, and stuffing the tiny Tarnished between her mountainous cheeks.

Surprisingly, Alys didn't mind being shrunken all that much. The insides of Ranni’s panties were warm (but not sweltering), soft, and dark - ideal conditions for catching up on some much needed rest. Ranni tended to spend most of her time sitting down, so Alys didn't need to worry about motion sickness or sweat either. Barring the times Ranni worked up a sweat riding her face, that is.

Alys liked to recline, close her eyes, and pretend she was on a silky hammock on some strange, swampy beach; rather than a couple inches away from an arsehole the size of her head. At least, until a fetid breeze reminded her exactly where she was.

While Ranni’s gas was certainly more intense at that size, being small also meant it was much easier to find or create breathable pockets of air. When you're incapable of dying, it turns out the only thing worse than breathing in rancid farts from a sweaty arse is not breathing at all.

Of course, once Ranni noticed Alys was actively answering incorrectly in hopes of getting a shrunken “break”, she took measures to fix such an oversight. She started by “merely” swiveling and grinding her hips atop Alys the next time her shrunken consort was beneath her, until Alys couldn’t distinguish between up and down. Next, Ranni gave herself a wedgie to force Alys’ face right against her puckering arsehole before ripping a monstrous fart that left a ringing in the tiny Tarnished’s ears and a burning in her lungs.

Needless to say, Alys wasn't so eager after that. Ranni had considered sending Alys on an expedition into her bowels, but ultimately decided against it. Not out of mercy, but because she wanted to save such a thing for a special occasion. In the meantime, she took considerable pleasure by keeping Alys in suspense. The wary glances her consort occasionally gave her chamberpot belied her ultimate fear.

While the vast majority of Alys’ time was spent glued to her mistress's arse in one way or another, there were occasional respites from her foul duties, albeit brief ones. While most breaks were granted post-coitus, others were granted to her freely. Though Ranni only permitted them to keep Alys sane, they were nevertheless appreciated.

Alys took these opportunities to eat, bathe, and prepare herself for whatever foul horrors awaited her next. Occasionally, she and Ranni even conversed with some manner of civility.

“Well… Awful as this has been, at least I won't have to smell anyone else's farts afterwards.” Alys licked her lips, imagining all she might do to her foe once Malenia laid groveling at her feet. “Gods, I can't wait to make that scarlet cunt my bitch!” She paused. “...In what form shall my power to defeat Malenia come, anyways?”

“Ah, yes…” The corners of Ranni’s lips curled. “About that…”

“...What does that mean?” Alys’ smile vanished as Ranni’s grew. “I will be able to defeat Malenia after this, won't I? Because you swore that-”

“Thou shalt have thy revenge… eventually. Remind thyself I never specified the form thy power would take, or when precisely I intended to grant it to thee.”

“Damn it, stop fucking with me! How exactly will I be able to defeat Malenia?”

“By continuing on as you had! The more flatulence thou inhales, the more thy vitality and endurance shall grow. Eventually, thou shalt be able to withstand Malenia’s fumes without perishing… though I expecteth the odor to remain quite repulsive still.”

“But… I was doing that already!”

“Indeed. Only now, owing to mine enchantment, thy plan shalt actually work.”

“Unbelievable!” Alys’ eye twitched. “You decided to enhance my bloody endurance?! You couldn't even be bothered to make me stronger?! So what, when Malenia inevitably pins me down, my grand reward is that I get to endure her flatulent onslaught for even longer before perishing?!”

“I have granted thee the means necessary to defeat thy foe. Shouldst thou continue to falter, then I am afeard the issue is a lack of skill.”

“Can't believe I tongued your bloody arse… Should’ve bitten it instead…” Alys grumbled. “How much longer do you intend to keep me trapped here anyways?”

“I suppose thou hast been here a while, haven't thee? Time can seem fleeting for one as long lived as I. Very well.” Ranni stood up and smiled deviously. “There is but one last indignity I wish to inflict upon thee before thy departure. I’m sure thou recalls the revolting journey I endured through mine own mother?”

“W-What?!” Alys’ eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “But that wasn't even my fault! Please, don't eat me!”

“Devour you? After knowing where thou hast been? I think not.” With a flick of her finger, Ranni shrunk Alys and constricted the tiny Tarnished in her grasp. “Thou shalt still endure the horrors of my bowels, but thy route to get there shall be considerably more… direct.”

Ranni spread her cheeks with one hand and brought Alys behind her with the other, presenting her consort with a clear view of the tight, wrinkled sphincter which was her destination. A destination she was, rather alarmingly, steadily approaching.

Ranni paused right before pressing her consort's face against her pucker, giving Alys hope she might be spared such an ignoble fate. Those hopes were then subsequently dashed as Ranni grunted softly and blew back Alys’ hair with an impressive fart. There were no complex undertones to the odor this time - it smelled purely of excrement. The ominous implications of which were far from lost on Alys.

Then, while still reeling from the fetid gust to her face, Alys was thrust forward, pushed headfirst through the tight ring of muscle blocking her way, and disappeared into the fetid, undulating darkness of an Empyrean’s bowels - enveloped by a greasy, undulating tube and a thick, shit-smelling miasma. Where she would remain until Ranni was satisfied by her writhing, before being unceremoniously excreted into her chamberpot.