Tor-Mak felt his knees tremble as they had never done.

He couldn't believe his eyes as he beheld the truth of the rumor about the kingdom of Saarak. Before him, in the massive, open-air throne room, flanked by dozens of servants, all waving massive fronds of local trees to create a cooling breeze, sat the king. But it was not the king himself that weakend Tor-Mak's knees. It was his 'throne'.

Tor-Mak had seen thrones of intricate stone, of humble wood, of ostentatious gilded metal and even of bone, but the king of Saarak, the man Tor-Mak had come to intimidate into surrender, lounged comfortably against the bush of a woman larger than any living thing Tor-Mak had ever encountered. Even lying on her side, Tor-Mak could tell that she could easily hold a war elephant in her palm. He found himself trying to take in her entire length, lying as she was on her side, almost slightly curling around the king resting on her thigh and against her sex. Tor-Mak couldn't help but fixate on her feet, and a brief flash of her sole darkening the sky before coming down like a falling star filled Tor-Mak's mind before the king's words stirred him from that horrific vision.

"Welcome, honored guests!" the king said, not moving from where a servant on a ladder offered him fruit. "I trust your trip was uneventful."

"By the gods, she's real!" Dol-Rak, Tor-Mak's master of horses exclaimed behind him.

"Ah, yes, I suppose we should get that out of the way..." the king mused. "Allow me to introduce the kingdom's greatest weapon, and my greatest treasure."

The giant woman blushed, clearly delighted with the king's praise. Tor-Mak couldn't help but notice as they had entered, her hand had become less relaxed, and was balled into a fist. The sight of her hand wrapping around him easily just before she clenched her fingers into a fist flashed through his mind.

"This is Auriela, you may be familiar with her exploits." the king explained. "It was under the soles of her feet that the Medidian army, and their emperor, met oblivion. It was in her grasp, that the Mage-King of Ossus was reduced to a stain and a memory."

The king reached over and patted as close to the giant woman's stomach as he could manage from where he sat.

"And it was here, in her gut, where your predecessor, the great Ur-Khan pleaded for mercy after being swallowed alive when he thought to rise against me." the king explained with a smile. "I wonder where my next foe will meet their end... Now, what was it you wanted to discuss with me?"