Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 55
Chapter 55 – content: >!castration, chastity, cheating, lesbian, denial, torture, mentions of sph!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
Quick and rough slaps filled the royal bedchamber, occasionally interspersed by wet drips on stone. The queen’s bridal veil bounced in the dark of the room, catching glints of red and orange from the ingle burning brightly. The owlbear fur underneath her was starting to be ruined by the copious fluids it was forced to soak up tonight.
“Ha, ha, do you see, prince?” She closed her eyes for a moment as a wave of pleasure washed over her, threatening to overwhelm her. “S-sorry, I mean, my k-king…” A shudder made her stop for a moment, a little jet of her juices forced out of her as the aftershocks of another climax ran through her like a second, smaller orgasm. “This… is what you will never have again. What you will not be able to claim for yourself ever again.”
Her hand sensually traced the teardrop shape of her breasts and the silken lines of her pure-white dress down to her hips. It settled on caressing her lips spread on a caged and plugged shaft. “Instead…” her hand wandered lower and grasped the plump ovals glowing red from abuse, “*these* are all that will matter to you from now on. How much they can hurt, how much *I* can hurt them. And eventually, how much you can hurt them for me.”
Her grip tightened, the fragile orbs straining against the skin. His breath caught as he watched her squeeze harder and harder with each passing second, wondering if she would break them. Her slave, barely having made a sound while the queen was riding him to orgasm after orgasm, started whimpering. Suddenly, her hand was gone and nothing but a stark-white imprint of her fingers on his reddened sack told of how she had just nearly crushed the organs in her hand. “But we’re not there yet. It is only our wedding night, after all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. But judging from how leaky that useless little worm between your legs is, I don’t think I have to ask.”
She smiled evilly as she saw him flinch again at the insult to his penis, gathered the hem of her wedding her dress to ensure he had a good view and continued her wedding night riding as many of her harem toys as she could before she would be too sore to continue. Her own pleasure was just a bonus, really.
“Mhmm, Goddess, I’m starting to become rather pleased Helene and Yohanna did not wish for your hand in marriage. Isn’t this just perfect? It’s your wedding and your nation has fallen, its people subdued. Your family is dead or in exile, and you’re here, bound both figuratively and literally, watching your wife please herself with a dick that isn’t yours. Does it sting, Filippo? Does it hurt? Ooh, I bet it does,” Bruna cooed.
Behind her, the door to her chambers opened and a maid walked in. “Your highness, you have a visitor.”
“What on-” she began and jumped off the panting slave beneath her. Her dress dishevelled, she planted her feet on the soggy fur, not caring that she was gaping and dripping. “I told you I do not wish to be disturbed! What is this!”
“My apologies, your highness. Please, come in.”
“I just told you I don’t wish to be disturbe-”
“Your wishes are irrelevant,” a woman’s voice said. Out of the shadow of the hallway emerged a cloaked figure. She turned to the maid. “Leave us. Do not let anyone else in until I am gone.”
The maid bowed and closed the door.
“Who are you, what’s going on? Explain yourself this instance!” the queen barked.
The hooded woman stepped closer, spreading her arms as if trying to get a feel for them. “We have met before, Bruna. Do try to remember.”
“You’re that… elf? The one that was with Jim?” Bruna asked and took a step back. Her hand grasped the table for support and also the dagger laid upon it.
A small smile showed on Liriel’s face. “Very good. That should make this easier.” She drifted over to the slave Bruna had just ridden and gently brushed a hand against his shoulder. “Down, boy.”
For a moment, she thought she saw a whisper of something silver slide along his arm and chest, but the shock of seeing one of her harem toys actually obey the elf put it out of her mind immediately.
“How- Why are you obeying her, worthless worm?! Get up and defend me, this instant!” the queen commanded, but to no avail.
For a moment, Liriel looked fondly upon the slave. “It seems I am getting better at controlling fate mana… a shame that I will have to break you.” She turned to Bruna with an icy expression. “If you are done throwing a tantrum, I have orders for you.”
The queen almost choked. “O-orders?! YOU PRESUME TO GIVE ME ORDERS? WHO DO YOU THI-”
“Hush,” the elf said and all was quiet. Bruna was red in the face, her eyes white in anger and shock but her mouth refused to work any longer. One of her hands felt around her jaw, tried to pry open her own lips. “That will not do you any good,” Liriel informed her. A few seconds later, Bruna gave up.
Instead, she raised her dagger. Liriel just sighed, leaning back on the arm of the sofa. “Oh please. Put the knife away before you hurt yourself.” But the humiliated queen still attacked, determined to run Liriel through with the blade.
She got about two steps before she slipped and fell. The weapon spilled from her hand as she hit the ground. Groaning, Bruna lifted herself off the floor, staring hatefully at Liriel. In the elf’s hand was her dagger.
“See? That’s why you shouldn’t run when dripping wet. You’re being childish. Oh, you may speak,” Liriel said with a flick of her hand.
Bruna gathered herself, sitting on her knees. She stared with defiance in her eyes. “So you have come to take revenge for your friend, is that it? I regret to inform you that if he is dead in a ditch somewhere, my life is forfeit as well. I will not debase myself for your entertainment before you claim my life.”
“This is already plenty entertaining for me. But no, I haven’t come to end you and neither has your life been forfeit. The harbinger is alive and well and definitely still has both of his testicles.” Liriel chuckled and began pacing around idly around the room. “Please, don’t look so surprised. Have I given you any indication so far that I am unaware of the goings-on around here?”
“But… You were just some hick elf girl! You’d never even been to a ball!”
“I’ve always been more than I let on, you of all should know. But you are right.” She knelt in front of the queen. [For a moment, her emerald eyes shined with darkness. “I have changed.”](https://imgur.com/a/rJSjZie)
Bruna flinched and backed away. “You’re a demon!”
“No, but that belief will do, I suppose.” Liriel stood back up. “I want you to do two things for me. First, I want you to send your information network to infiltrate the Valesian order. They have been trying to isolate themselves ever since the death of the maiden of light. There needs to be a way for people that aren’t paladins to enter Valesia Monastery.”
“Why?” Bruna asked. She tried to not let her fear show, but Liriel still noticed the little trembles shaking her.
“That is not for you to know. Second, you will order the agents of the Silver Hand you have on retinue to find and kill a certain person.”
“How do you know that?!”
“Must we do this every time? Fine. It became obvious when you told Jim I had once worked for them. That was around thirty years ago now? That’s basically last week for an elf, but for a human, she’d need to keep records. And there is no one better at keeping track than the person paying for it all. I assume it was the previous queen? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Looking back, it should have been obvious all those years ago that we were paid by the Cillian crown. There were too many noblemen we were ordered to capture, castrate or kill. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
Bruna deflated a little, looking less like the menacing ruler she was and more like the scared little girl she felt like. Silently, she nodded and this time, no magic forced her to keep her mouth shut.
“Good. They are to find the girl named Chloe, nicknamed ‘the collector’. Adventuress, bright pink hair, green lips, coat made of balls, she is hard to miss.” Bruna opened her mouth to ask about the coat but a glare from Liriel shut her up. “I don’t care how they do it, there’s no need to make it look like an accident. I just want her gone. Do you understand?” Another nod. “No more questions?”
She hesitated, then Bruna decided to just ask anyway. “Why do you not just control me with that demonic magic you possess? Why go through the trouble of leaving me my free will?”
A toothy smile spread on the elf’s face. “Because this is more fun. And I can ensure you do not betray us, so there is no need.”
Bruna gritted her teeth. “Dare I ask how?”
“Oh, that’s easy. Take your little toy over there,” she said and strutted over to the bound and gagged Filippo who, despite not knowing what was going on, still had the good sense to look scared. “Cute, isn’t he? All bound and caged, unable to fuck, unable to even put his tongue to work on you… but that’s not the most important part about him, is it?”
“What are you getting at?”
“Don’t tell me you really haven’t realized? He’s the only reason you have achieved some semblance of peace after your brutal conquest. You really think they are *happy* with your rule?”
“It doesn’t matter. They have no choice but to accept it.”
“Oh but it does matter. You’ve left thousands of nutless eunuchs in your wake. Do you know how many angry wives, lovers, daughters and mothers that makes? How many adventuresses can’t blow off steam after an arduous quest because their favourite cock has had its accompanying beans ripped away, leaving it limp and useless? Bruna, the only reason you do not have a full-blown civil war on your hands is because prince Filippo’s little berries are still safe, the seeds of house Coglione ready to sprout again. Even if it is in your garden. So what would happen if we took that last bit of hope away, I wonder?”
She flicked the prince’s nuts, making him grunt and sending a jiggle through his sack. From where her finger had struck the balls, a root began growing around the sack, forming a tight ring around it. As it settled, the weight of the ligneous accessory stretched the prince’s scrotum.
Liriel gently traced the ring with her finger, making Filippo shiver in fear. “They are such fragile little things, aren’t they? So easily squished… so easily pinched off. No comparison to the strength of wood. Trees can break rocks and shatter stones, you know.” The elf pinched the fingers of her left hand together and with a creak, the ring tightened around the prince’s sack, making him groan. “It would be so easy for a root to squeeze just a bit too tight. One moment, the prince’s lovely acorns are still attached to him, the next, they flop gently on the floor.”
“You’ve made your point.”
“Good. But just as insurance, one more. In case you think you can get smart with me.” Liriel walked over to the queen and gently embraced her from behind.
“What are you-”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Her fingers caressed the outline of her hips and the inside of her thighs.
“Aah…” Bruna gently breathed, taken aback by the gentle treatment. She could feel the heat returning to her sex, her flower parting for Liriel’s touch. The elf swirled two fingers around her nub before finally plunging into her slit.
For a minute, Liriel stirred her up, deftly brushing against that sweet spot just behind her entrance. Then she drew her fingers back out and Bruna almost found herself pleading for her to continue. But she did not need to, as moments later, the elf’s digits plunged back into her, deeper than before. The queen’s back arched in anticipation of her imminent release – then the sensation was gone from her pussy, and she was left frustrated and dripping.
“That should do it.”
“W-what did you do?”
Liriel gently patted her head. “I implanted a seed in your womb. Don’t worry, it’s barely bigger than that of a sunflower and entirely harmless. But it has the curious trait that if it plugs up your babymaker, it preserves your current state of arousal.” She gently caressed the queen’s abdomen, where she knew her womb to lie. “Which means, as long as it is stuck in there, you will be on the verge of cumming but never being able to reach that sweet release. You will be kept perpetually horny, aching for someone to push you over the edge, but no one will be able to. The only way to remove it is with my magic. And don’t bother trying to dig it out, it has already grown roots inside you.”
“No…” Bruna breathed, plunging her own fingers inside her, “you can’t, uhn, can’t do this! Take this thing out! At… at least let me cum one last time!”
“You have your orders. Fulfil them and I will consider allowing you to cum.” Liriel walked back to the slave Bruna had been fucking when she first entered. With a snap of her fingers, roots tore through his scrotum from the inside, rooting in the sofa and filling the room with the screams of the man.
Although former man would be a more apt description, seeing how the sprouting plant was displaying two whitish ovals on its stem, the testicles ripped straight out of the now empty sack. One of them, the larger of the two nuts, managed to hold onto its connection to its owner, a thin string stretching precariously between the torn open flaps of skin and the exhibited gonad. Sprouting into a bonsai tree, the stem wound around both testicles.
“I will be in touch.”
With a groan, the tree bent, crushing the trapped testicles in an explosion of goo. With a flash of darkness, Liriel was gone.
In front of the sofa, splattered by testicle remains, a frustrated queen was desperately masturbating.
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Liriel stepped out of her shoes and discarded them. Demons had a habit of walking around on bare feet and while she did not care for it on the plane of mortals, down here, she readily agreed with the practice. The stone floor was always slightly warm and she took a second to just wiggle her toes in pleasure. She was glad the foot straps of her new legwear allowed her this luxury, even if the material was so thin, she knew her sex shined through in the right light.
[The soft *plap plap* of her feet echoed throughout the deserted hall, the antechamber of the hall of eyes.](https://imgur.com/a/ThgTLxm) She relished in the loneliness of the sound as she knew it would soon end.
Sure enough, a squawking voice came from the rafters above. “Watch out everyone, an interloper! We must kill her immediately!”
Liriel sighed. “It’s good to see you too, Marax.” A small creature jumped from the rafters and landed right next to her. It barely reached up to her knee.
“Drag and whip her, just to be safe; and after, we stomp on her belly to force all the juice out!”
In passing, Liriel let her fingers brush over the creature’s feline head, stroking the short matted fur on it. Marax’s spiky tail flicked in relish at the caress. “Sorry, girl, but I don’t have time to play with you today. I’ve come to visit an old friend.” She passed the small imp and headed up the stairs towards the hall of eyes proper.
“Traitor! We’ve been betrayed! For her treachery, she should be strung up and flogged!”
“Yeah, yeah…”
She pushed open one side of the large double door and slipped in, closing it behind her. The hall of eyes was beleaguered by rowdy demons celebrating the relative success Raum had in Hôdoburg, with plenty of Cillian men captured and dragged to hell to fuel their society with their testicles.
The elf ignored the rambunctious party, instead heading straight down towards the pits herself. Demons of all shapes and sizes were there but Lilith herself seemed to have retreated to her chambers, probably to poke Malphas some more with her miniscule, premature ejaculating dicklette.
The pits, formally known as the hall of hunger, were where the magic happened, in some sense literally. It was where all men were held, bound and either awaiting or currently experiencing untold torture at the hands of their captors. [Blackened stone and genuine lava falls made for a dramatic backdrop to the testicle anguish.](https://imgur.com/a/Ksaunle)
In a corner, far away from the other nut crushing going on, she found Raum just having strapped Aramis to one of the altars. She could already hear the demoness gleefully intimidate the foxkin.
“My, my, here we finally are. Are you feeling comfortable? I hope the clamps aren’t digging into your skin, love? Wouldn’t want you to cut yourself while you pop.”
“Get away from me! Take this off me, let me go!” The fear was palpable in his voice.
“Conflicting wishes, aren’t they? Buuut, considering you’re my guest of honour, the boy just for me, I guess I’ll have to say… no.” As Liriel rounded the corner, she could see the tall crimson demon cackle, her breasts shaking with laughter.
“Raum, he is mine. Go amuse yourself with some other boy,” Liriel said matter-of-factly.
“Liri! You’ve come to save me, praise the Goddess!”
At a glance, a root grew out of the altar and laid itself over Aramis mouth like a gag. The middle swelled and bulged until his entire mouth was filled. “Quiet, Aramis.”
“What are you doing, little maiden. He is mine, the empress has given him to me to enjoy,” Raum said in a low voice.
“I don’t care. I will be concerning myself with the fox.”
“You know, you are much more disrespectful than I anticipated. I would almost call you a bitch.” Her claws tapped impatiently against her crimson arm. “I’m surprised the empress didn’t order me to eviscerate you after you went and tried to crush her little nut.”
Liriel just shrugged. “You all tried to castrate her for days on end when she first arrived, did you not?”
“That is different! We didn’t know any better and we did it here! You, on the other hand, squeezed her tiny balls in front of the man she seeks to destroy the most, you humiliated her!”
“She manages that all by herself.” Before Raum could argue about this further, she shushed her with a finger to her black lips. “Balls are meant to be busted, it is a truth I have learned and accepted. Whether they are the painfully average balls of a former friend, or the shrivelled little nuts of a Goddess, it doesn’t matter. You know that as much as I do. And it’s not like you have any right to speak to me. Not after you have manipulated me at every step of the way.”
Raum cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, have I now?”
In response, Liriel fished out the necklace buried under her shirt, a small yellow scale she had once been gifted by Jim after they had escaped Calvino together. It was the moment their fates had aligned themselves. “Funny, isn’t it? How such a small detail can escape our notice if we just want to believe in coincidences?”
A smug smirk lifted the corner of Raum’s mouth. “When did you figure it out?”
“Not before I had some time to think about what happened beneath Hôdoburg. After you’ve shown me that fallow bird form you used to spy on and manipulate us. You dropped a scale for Jim to find, knowing he would gift it to me. As it is a part of your body, you would be touching me and you could manipulate me with dark magic. It’s how you forced me into a contract.”
“Woah, that’s expecting a lot of me, don’t you think? Sorry but you only got it half right. I thought I could control Jim, but then the dumbass gave it away. But when you were desperate to save him, I thought you were a blessing in disguise. Plus, I didn’t *force* you into a pact, I just gave you a little push. Not even dark magic can force you to give away your soul.” She leaned on Aramis, her heavy breast muffling his gagged panicking.
“It doesn’t matter what your plans were, they have failed. You cannot control me any more.”
“Are you so sure about that?” Liriel’s defiant gaze seemed to dare her to try, and Raum was not someone to back down from a challenge. “Fine. You still have the scale? Good. How about… Get on the floor and whimper like a bitch in heat.” The elf stared at her, dark eyes holding a piercing gaze. “I said down on the floor, now!”
“I will do no such thing.” Liriel carefully put the scale on the altar between Aramis feet. She lifted her hands to show she was not touching it any more. “Now, how about you get on the floor for me.” It was not a question.
Before she could think of a snippy answer, the demoness was already squatting on the floor, legs spread and whining like a dog. “W-what’s going on?”
“I *own* you now. I am far more powerful than you could ever hope to be. Among the humanoid demons, the countesses, you are considered the most powerful, are you not? Your dark magic is unrivalled and you can even twist yourself into multiple forms to fool mortals. Yet you are no match for me. And I will make sure you do not forget.”
Liriel held out her palm, from which a root sprung up. It grew and thickened, twisting around itself until it had formed a massive phallus, thicker in the middle than at the tip or base. It was a particular shape the elf had become intimately familiar with during her travels with Jim. “Present yourself. Spread your cunt, as wide as you can.”
Raum did as she was bidden, while frantically trying to stop herself. She yelled and twitched but nothing helped. Her manic resistance came to an abrupt stop when Liriel positioned the fat dildo against her entrance. “You will keep yourself filled and plugged with this toy until I say you can take it out. Not one second earlier.” Then, she shoved the dildo inside her oily folds up to the hilt, her slit permanently spread wide apart. Only the bottom of the ligneous sex toy, signed with a cursive ‘L’ remained visible, like a demented title deed to the demoness’s hole. “Now leave me alone.”
Without another word, the demoness staggered away, hand clutched to her violently spread pussy. When she was finally gone, she turned to the gagged foxkin. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
To his confusion, she stripped down to her underwear. Her bra was a thin bandeau, bound so tight it indented her supple tits. Between her legs, thin, black fabric shone that barely covered her sex. It was both too thin and too low, leaving the sides of her puffy lips uncovered, as well as a blonde tuft of hair crowning the hints of a pink hood beneath.
“I think you deserve this much at least, no? After all, I’m here to reward you.” His pleading eyes went ignored as she scooped up his nuts in her hand. “It shouldn’t be some demon whore you barely know to take away your manhood over and over again. It should be someone you know. Someone you knew from the start not to trust.”
Her hand squeezed down, her nails lightly scratching along his balls and he shuddered. “It really is funny, don’t you think? You knew me better than I knew myself.” She isolated the right ball in her hand, keeping the pressure the same. The lack of its twin meant it bore the full brunt of her squeeze, and it started to deform under the pressure. Slowly, she pulled the orb away from his body. “You were the only who realized what I was capable of. How I would hurt Jim. You tried to warn him, didn’t you?”
He shook his head desperately, tears forming in his eyes.
She put her free hand on his limp penis and started gently stroking him. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad. I just wish you had warned me, as well, how he would hurt me.” Her thumb massaged his frenulum, drawing little circles around the little string. Her grip got harder, flattening his right testicle to the width of her thumb. “But it’s not like I don’t understand. You grew up in one of those zealous Sophian communities, right? I saw it in your memories. All day you’d serve the women, be treated like a slave by them. How terribly they would hurt your balls every time you made a mistake… or even when they just felt like. It made you afraid of women.” He was erect now and with a featherlight touch, she rubbed his cock between two fingers.
He was thrashing wildly but the bindings held tight. Liriel gave a grunt of effort, squeezing down as hard as she could on his right testicle. She could feel her fingers almost meet in the middle of the orb, but they refused to actually touch. Somehow, the lone orb still remained a complete testicle.
“Huh, I’m not even strong enough to pop it in my hand. Curious, isn’t it?” she asked and stopped squeezing with all her might. Aramis, pale, sweaty and crying, breathed a sigh of relief through his gag.
The elf’s jerking began picking up pace, focusing on the head of his cock. She was determined to make him cum now. “But did you know? Ever since I became maiden of darkness, my magic has grown stronger considerably. Even my regular nature magic I’d had before, I mean. Something that always eluded me was channelling aspects of nature magic into myself. I don’t even know why, it had nothing to do with my limited mana pool. But now I can. Do you know what one of the most common application for it is?”
Her hand was flying along his cock now, and judging by the clear bead of precum at the tip, he was getting close.
“It’s strengthening one's muscles.”
With a surge of green light, her biceps and triceps bulged out. She drew her hand away from his twitching cock and pushed her fingers into his right testicle.
The piece of manhood splattered under her grip, popping like a grape and spilling its mushy insides into his sack. He cried and screamed but his cock showed a very different reaction. Pushed over the edge by the sudden half-castration, the shaft spasmed and shot ropes after ropes of pinkish-white cum all over the altar.
Liriel ground the nut to complete obliteration, making sure nothing but mush was left of it. Then she quickly took hold of his other testicle and jammed her thumb into its centre. It split apart violently, with an audible pop. The sudden destruction of his nut sent a ripple through her that made her tits jiggle.
Throughout his castration, the foxkin kept coming, spewing out a final load of thick cum and nut mush despite being in the greatest pain he had ever known. Before it ended, Liriel took his entire sack into her hand again and crushing anything left, forcing the liquified remains of his testicles out through his dick.
Sobbing, he didn’t notice how Liriel seemed to be completely enveloped in dark light, a tenebrous corona flooding into her. Then, all of a sudden, it was gone, and the pain of his crushed testicles was replaced by a dull ache and the sense that something had been taken from him, that something was missing.
“What a rush… I see now why demons are so eager to break apart a pair. Now, let’s see if your balls are back as well…”
She grabbed his sack again, making him twitch. She rolled the gonads inside his sack around in her hand, feeling their weight and shape, and gave them a few light squeezes to test their durability. His scrotum was bright-red from the nut-crunching tension it had just been put under, but it was filled with the oval shapes of his balls instead of lumps of mush.
“Amazing, they truly are back. No priestess on Bythos could have put the mess I left your manhood in back together. You were a eunuch, completely and entirely castrated. Yet here I am, holding you plums in my hand, ready for another juicing…”
She set the ballbag down on the altar and gave it a few tentative flicks. “Fate affinity truly is marvellous. If it can restore testicles, I wonder if it can achieve other things…” Her finger slapped into his nuts again and again as Liriel lost herself in thought. She eventually startled from her thoughts.
“That will have to wait. For now, rupturing you again takes precedence.”
He weakly shook his head, but Liriel only grinned.
“I’m sorry your first pop had to be so sudden. I will take my time from now on. You deserve that much.” With a snap of her fingers, vines grew between his legs, winding around his nuts and pulling them to the bottom of his sack. With his testicles secured like this, another, thicker vine wound around their middle and pulled tight. Its hold was tight enough to form a dent in the middle of the balls but not so tight that it threatened to break apart the nuts. But Aramis could tell they were close, keeping him just on the edge of rupture.
The elf stuck her head into his crotch and gave his cock a tentative lick. “This one will be *much* slower. You see, your balls are like… two barrels of cum. They produce and store all your seed inside them until it is time to cum. That means, when you do cum, all that creamy is flushed out of them, which leaves them much less durable, more fragile. It is easiest to pop a boy right after he’s had a dozen or so orgasms. I wonder what happens if I keep you on the verge of popping and then make you cum a bunch of times, don’t you? Let’s begin.”
She sucked his cock into her mouth and sucked eagerly. Her tongue was all over his dick, teasing it in myriads of ways he hadn’t dared to imagine before. His first orgasm came within two minutes and he shot a load down her throat. Immediately, the pain in his nuts seemed to amplify but – that was just because they were more sensitive after cumming, right? They weren’t breaking down because they had less cum in them, right?
Liriel licked her lips. “That’s the first one. Let’s see how long they hold up before they pop.” She expertly took his cock back into her mouth and within seconds, he was hard again. He had never expected the elf to be such an expert cocksucker and in any other situation, he would’ve been delighted to discover this fact.
But as he erupted inside her mouth again, and his balls flared up in scorching pain, he was starting to wish she was just the innocent little girl she had always presented herself towards Jim. By the third orgasm, he was starting to believe her that his nuts would empty themselves until they couldn’t stand up to the pressure any more.
He couldn’t get hard for after that, and for a moment he thought he had been spared a castration by orgasm. But it only lasted for a second, until she channelled a burst of nature mana into him, making his cock throb and grow like he was a hormonal teenager.
He splattered the few little drops of orgasm number four against her chin. Besides the searing pain in his nuts, he could start to hear little crackles and pops.
“I think they’re about to give up and get crushed. Want to bet this next one will do it?” Instead of a blowjob, she was fiercely masturbating him now. Her small hand grabbed his dick tightly, throwing all pretence of pleasure out of the window in favour of trying to make him cum as soon as possible. It was the roughest, most brutal handjob he had ever received but there was no question it was effective.
“I can feel you twitching. Here it comes, say goodbye to your balls once more! Cum and break!”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he shot another, surprisingly large load into the air.
He didn’t rupture instantly. Rather, with almost each spurt of cum, the structural integrity of his testicles weakened. At first, only a series of small cracks gave notice they were about to be crushed. But as they rose in frequency, his nuts started to cave in. At first, the left one came out of round, the vine pressing against it suddenly lying a centimetre lower. The right nut followed, being crunched down to half its size as it collapsed in on itself. The sudden release of pressure made the vine crash into the pitted nutflesh and it shattered completely, reduced to goo and useless chunks of ball.
Liriel smiled over his screams, relishing the power surging through her for a moment. “Great job cumming yourself nutless. Ready for round three?” she asked and gently lifted his reconstituted testicles in her palm.
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*And there she is.*
*Second image not AI this time because it didn’t seem to understand what I wanted when I prompted stirrup leggings, instead it always generated big ass boots – which is nice but not what I was going for here. Just think of yoga pants that have a strap wrapping around the foot, or google stirrup leggings*
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
Quick and rough slaps filled the royal bedchamber, occasionally interspersed by wet drips on stone. The queen’s bridal veil bounced in the dark of the room, catching glints of red and orange from the ingle burning brightly. The owlbear fur underneath her was starting to be ruined by the copious fluids it was forced to soak up tonight.
“Ha, ha, do you see, prince?” She closed her eyes for a moment as a wave of pleasure washed over her, threatening to overwhelm her. “S-sorry, I mean, my k-king…” A shudder made her stop for a moment, a little jet of her juices forced out of her as the aftershocks of another climax ran through her like a second, smaller orgasm. “This… is what you will never have again. What you will not be able to claim for yourself ever again.”
Her hand sensually traced the teardrop shape of her breasts and the silken lines of her pure-white dress down to her hips. It settled on caressing her lips spread on a caged and plugged shaft. “Instead…” her hand wandered lower and grasped the plump ovals glowing red from abuse, “*these* are all that will matter to you from now on. How much they can hurt, how much *I* can hurt them. And eventually, how much you can hurt them for me.”
Her grip tightened, the fragile orbs straining against the skin. His breath caught as he watched her squeeze harder and harder with each passing second, wondering if she would break them. Her slave, barely having made a sound while the queen was riding him to orgasm after orgasm, started whimpering. Suddenly, her hand was gone and nothing but a stark-white imprint of her fingers on his reddened sack told of how she had just nearly crushed the organs in her hand. “But we’re not there yet. It is only our wedding night, after all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. But judging from how leaky that useless little worm between your legs is, I don’t think I have to ask.”
She smiled evilly as she saw him flinch again at the insult to his penis, gathered the hem of her wedding her dress to ensure he had a good view and continued her wedding night riding as many of her harem toys as she could before she would be too sore to continue. Her own pleasure was just a bonus, really.
“Mhmm, Goddess, I’m starting to become rather pleased Helene and Yohanna did not wish for your hand in marriage. Isn’t this just perfect? It’s your wedding and your nation has fallen, its people subdued. Your family is dead or in exile, and you’re here, bound both figuratively and literally, watching your wife please herself with a dick that isn’t yours. Does it sting, Filippo? Does it hurt? Ooh, I bet it does,” Bruna cooed.
Behind her, the door to her chambers opened and a maid walked in. “Your highness, you have a visitor.”
“What on-” she began and jumped off the panting slave beneath her. Her dress dishevelled, she planted her feet on the soggy fur, not caring that she was gaping and dripping. “I told you I do not wish to be disturbed! What is this!”
“My apologies, your highness. Please, come in.”
“I just told you I don’t wish to be disturbe-”
“Your wishes are irrelevant,” a woman’s voice said. Out of the shadow of the hallway emerged a cloaked figure. She turned to the maid. “Leave us. Do not let anyone else in until I am gone.”
The maid bowed and closed the door.
“Who are you, what’s going on? Explain yourself this instance!” the queen barked.
The hooded woman stepped closer, spreading her arms as if trying to get a feel for them. “We have met before, Bruna. Do try to remember.”
“You’re that… elf? The one that was with Jim?” Bruna asked and took a step back. Her hand grasped the table for support and also the dagger laid upon it.
A small smile showed on Liriel’s face. “Very good. That should make this easier.” She drifted over to the slave Bruna had just ridden and gently brushed a hand against his shoulder. “Down, boy.”
For a moment, she thought she saw a whisper of something silver slide along his arm and chest, but the shock of seeing one of her harem toys actually obey the elf put it out of her mind immediately.
“How- Why are you obeying her, worthless worm?! Get up and defend me, this instant!” the queen commanded, but to no avail.
For a moment, Liriel looked fondly upon the slave. “It seems I am getting better at controlling fate mana… a shame that I will have to break you.” She turned to Bruna with an icy expression. “If you are done throwing a tantrum, I have orders for you.”
The queen almost choked. “O-orders?! YOU PRESUME TO GIVE ME ORDERS? WHO DO YOU THI-”
“Hush,” the elf said and all was quiet. Bruna was red in the face, her eyes white in anger and shock but her mouth refused to work any longer. One of her hands felt around her jaw, tried to pry open her own lips. “That will not do you any good,” Liriel informed her. A few seconds later, Bruna gave up.
Instead, she raised her dagger. Liriel just sighed, leaning back on the arm of the sofa. “Oh please. Put the knife away before you hurt yourself.” But the humiliated queen still attacked, determined to run Liriel through with the blade.
She got about two steps before she slipped and fell. The weapon spilled from her hand as she hit the ground. Groaning, Bruna lifted herself off the floor, staring hatefully at Liriel. In the elf’s hand was her dagger.
“See? That’s why you shouldn’t run when dripping wet. You’re being childish. Oh, you may speak,” Liriel said with a flick of her hand.
Bruna gathered herself, sitting on her knees. She stared with defiance in her eyes. “So you have come to take revenge for your friend, is that it? I regret to inform you that if he is dead in a ditch somewhere, my life is forfeit as well. I will not debase myself for your entertainment before you claim my life.”
“This is already plenty entertaining for me. But no, I haven’t come to end you and neither has your life been forfeit. The harbinger is alive and well and definitely still has both of his testicles.” Liriel chuckled and began pacing around idly around the room. “Please, don’t look so surprised. Have I given you any indication so far that I am unaware of the goings-on around here?”
“But… You were just some hick elf girl! You’d never even been to a ball!”
“I’ve always been more than I let on, you of all should know. But you are right.” She knelt in front of the queen. [For a moment, her emerald eyes shined with darkness. “I have changed.”](https://imgur.com/a/rJSjZie)
Bruna flinched and backed away. “You’re a demon!”
“No, but that belief will do, I suppose.” Liriel stood back up. “I want you to do two things for me. First, I want you to send your information network to infiltrate the Valesian order. They have been trying to isolate themselves ever since the death of the maiden of light. There needs to be a way for people that aren’t paladins to enter Valesia Monastery.”
“Why?” Bruna asked. She tried to not let her fear show, but Liriel still noticed the little trembles shaking her.
“That is not for you to know. Second, you will order the agents of the Silver Hand you have on retinue to find and kill a certain person.”
“How do you know that?!”
“Must we do this every time? Fine. It became obvious when you told Jim I had once worked for them. That was around thirty years ago now? That’s basically last week for an elf, but for a human, she’d need to keep records. And there is no one better at keeping track than the person paying for it all. I assume it was the previous queen? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Looking back, it should have been obvious all those years ago that we were paid by the Cillian crown. There were too many noblemen we were ordered to capture, castrate or kill. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
Bruna deflated a little, looking less like the menacing ruler she was and more like the scared little girl she felt like. Silently, she nodded and this time, no magic forced her to keep her mouth shut.
“Good. They are to find the girl named Chloe, nicknamed ‘the collector’. Adventuress, bright pink hair, green lips, coat made of balls, she is hard to miss.” Bruna opened her mouth to ask about the coat but a glare from Liriel shut her up. “I don’t care how they do it, there’s no need to make it look like an accident. I just want her gone. Do you understand?” Another nod. “No more questions?”
She hesitated, then Bruna decided to just ask anyway. “Why do you not just control me with that demonic magic you possess? Why go through the trouble of leaving me my free will?”
A toothy smile spread on the elf’s face. “Because this is more fun. And I can ensure you do not betray us, so there is no need.”
Bruna gritted her teeth. “Dare I ask how?”
“Oh, that’s easy. Take your little toy over there,” she said and strutted over to the bound and gagged Filippo who, despite not knowing what was going on, still had the good sense to look scared. “Cute, isn’t he? All bound and caged, unable to fuck, unable to even put his tongue to work on you… but that’s not the most important part about him, is it?”
“What are you getting at?”
“Don’t tell me you really haven’t realized? He’s the only reason you have achieved some semblance of peace after your brutal conquest. You really think they are *happy* with your rule?”
“It doesn’t matter. They have no choice but to accept it.”
“Oh but it does matter. You’ve left thousands of nutless eunuchs in your wake. Do you know how many angry wives, lovers, daughters and mothers that makes? How many adventuresses can’t blow off steam after an arduous quest because their favourite cock has had its accompanying beans ripped away, leaving it limp and useless? Bruna, the only reason you do not have a full-blown civil war on your hands is because prince Filippo’s little berries are still safe, the seeds of house Coglione ready to sprout again. Even if it is in your garden. So what would happen if we took that last bit of hope away, I wonder?”
She flicked the prince’s nuts, making him grunt and sending a jiggle through his sack. From where her finger had struck the balls, a root began growing around the sack, forming a tight ring around it. As it settled, the weight of the ligneous accessory stretched the prince’s scrotum.
Liriel gently traced the ring with her finger, making Filippo shiver in fear. “They are such fragile little things, aren’t they? So easily squished… so easily pinched off. No comparison to the strength of wood. Trees can break rocks and shatter stones, you know.” The elf pinched the fingers of her left hand together and with a creak, the ring tightened around the prince’s sack, making him groan. “It would be so easy for a root to squeeze just a bit too tight. One moment, the prince’s lovely acorns are still attached to him, the next, they flop gently on the floor.”
“You’ve made your point.”
“Good. But just as insurance, one more. In case you think you can get smart with me.” Liriel walked over to the queen and gently embraced her from behind.
“What are you-”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Her fingers caressed the outline of her hips and the inside of her thighs.
“Aah…” Bruna gently breathed, taken aback by the gentle treatment. She could feel the heat returning to her sex, her flower parting for Liriel’s touch. The elf swirled two fingers around her nub before finally plunging into her slit.
For a minute, Liriel stirred her up, deftly brushing against that sweet spot just behind her entrance. Then she drew her fingers back out and Bruna almost found herself pleading for her to continue. But she did not need to, as moments later, the elf’s digits plunged back into her, deeper than before. The queen’s back arched in anticipation of her imminent release – then the sensation was gone from her pussy, and she was left frustrated and dripping.
“That should do it.”
“W-what did you do?”
Liriel gently patted her head. “I implanted a seed in your womb. Don’t worry, it’s barely bigger than that of a sunflower and entirely harmless. But it has the curious trait that if it plugs up your babymaker, it preserves your current state of arousal.” She gently caressed the queen’s abdomen, where she knew her womb to lie. “Which means, as long as it is stuck in there, you will be on the verge of cumming but never being able to reach that sweet release. You will be kept perpetually horny, aching for someone to push you over the edge, but no one will be able to. The only way to remove it is with my magic. And don’t bother trying to dig it out, it has already grown roots inside you.”
“No…” Bruna breathed, plunging her own fingers inside her, “you can’t, uhn, can’t do this! Take this thing out! At… at least let me cum one last time!”
“You have your orders. Fulfil them and I will consider allowing you to cum.” Liriel walked back to the slave Bruna had been fucking when she first entered. With a snap of her fingers, roots tore through his scrotum from the inside, rooting in the sofa and filling the room with the screams of the man.
Although former man would be a more apt description, seeing how the sprouting plant was displaying two whitish ovals on its stem, the testicles ripped straight out of the now empty sack. One of them, the larger of the two nuts, managed to hold onto its connection to its owner, a thin string stretching precariously between the torn open flaps of skin and the exhibited gonad. Sprouting into a bonsai tree, the stem wound around both testicles.
“I will be in touch.”
With a groan, the tree bent, crushing the trapped testicles in an explosion of goo. With a flash of darkness, Liriel was gone.
In front of the sofa, splattered by testicle remains, a frustrated queen was desperately masturbating.
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Liriel stepped out of her shoes and discarded them. Demons had a habit of walking around on bare feet and while she did not care for it on the plane of mortals, down here, she readily agreed with the practice. The stone floor was always slightly warm and she took a second to just wiggle her toes in pleasure. She was glad the foot straps of her new legwear allowed her this luxury, even if the material was so thin, she knew her sex shined through in the right light.
[The soft *plap plap* of her feet echoed throughout the deserted hall, the antechamber of the hall of eyes.](https://imgur.com/a/ThgTLxm) She relished in the loneliness of the sound as she knew it would soon end.
Sure enough, a squawking voice came from the rafters above. “Watch out everyone, an interloper! We must kill her immediately!”
Liriel sighed. “It’s good to see you too, Marax.” A small creature jumped from the rafters and landed right next to her. It barely reached up to her knee.
“Drag and whip her, just to be safe; and after, we stomp on her belly to force all the juice out!”
In passing, Liriel let her fingers brush over the creature’s feline head, stroking the short matted fur on it. Marax’s spiky tail flicked in relish at the caress. “Sorry, girl, but I don’t have time to play with you today. I’ve come to visit an old friend.” She passed the small imp and headed up the stairs towards the hall of eyes proper.
“Traitor! We’ve been betrayed! For her treachery, she should be strung up and flogged!”
“Yeah, yeah…”
She pushed open one side of the large double door and slipped in, closing it behind her. The hall of eyes was beleaguered by rowdy demons celebrating the relative success Raum had in Hôdoburg, with plenty of Cillian men captured and dragged to hell to fuel their society with their testicles.
The elf ignored the rambunctious party, instead heading straight down towards the pits herself. Demons of all shapes and sizes were there but Lilith herself seemed to have retreated to her chambers, probably to poke Malphas some more with her miniscule, premature ejaculating dicklette.
The pits, formally known as the hall of hunger, were where the magic happened, in some sense literally. It was where all men were held, bound and either awaiting or currently experiencing untold torture at the hands of their captors. [Blackened stone and genuine lava falls made for a dramatic backdrop to the testicle anguish.](https://imgur.com/a/Ksaunle)
In a corner, far away from the other nut crushing going on, she found Raum just having strapped Aramis to one of the altars. She could already hear the demoness gleefully intimidate the foxkin.
“My, my, here we finally are. Are you feeling comfortable? I hope the clamps aren’t digging into your skin, love? Wouldn’t want you to cut yourself while you pop.”
“Get away from me! Take this off me, let me go!” The fear was palpable in his voice.
“Conflicting wishes, aren’t they? Buuut, considering you’re my guest of honour, the boy just for me, I guess I’ll have to say… no.” As Liriel rounded the corner, she could see the tall crimson demon cackle, her breasts shaking with laughter.
“Raum, he is mine. Go amuse yourself with some other boy,” Liriel said matter-of-factly.
“Liri! You’ve come to save me, praise the Goddess!”
At a glance, a root grew out of the altar and laid itself over Aramis mouth like a gag. The middle swelled and bulged until his entire mouth was filled. “Quiet, Aramis.”
“What are you doing, little maiden. He is mine, the empress has given him to me to enjoy,” Raum said in a low voice.
“I don’t care. I will be concerning myself with the fox.”
“You know, you are much more disrespectful than I anticipated. I would almost call you a bitch.” Her claws tapped impatiently against her crimson arm. “I’m surprised the empress didn’t order me to eviscerate you after you went and tried to crush her little nut.”
Liriel just shrugged. “You all tried to castrate her for days on end when she first arrived, did you not?”
“That is different! We didn’t know any better and we did it here! You, on the other hand, squeezed her tiny balls in front of the man she seeks to destroy the most, you humiliated her!”
“She manages that all by herself.” Before Raum could argue about this further, she shushed her with a finger to her black lips. “Balls are meant to be busted, it is a truth I have learned and accepted. Whether they are the painfully average balls of a former friend, or the shrivelled little nuts of a Goddess, it doesn’t matter. You know that as much as I do. And it’s not like you have any right to speak to me. Not after you have manipulated me at every step of the way.”
Raum cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, have I now?”
In response, Liriel fished out the necklace buried under her shirt, a small yellow scale she had once been gifted by Jim after they had escaped Calvino together. It was the moment their fates had aligned themselves. “Funny, isn’t it? How such a small detail can escape our notice if we just want to believe in coincidences?”
A smug smirk lifted the corner of Raum’s mouth. “When did you figure it out?”
“Not before I had some time to think about what happened beneath Hôdoburg. After you’ve shown me that fallow bird form you used to spy on and manipulate us. You dropped a scale for Jim to find, knowing he would gift it to me. As it is a part of your body, you would be touching me and you could manipulate me with dark magic. It’s how you forced me into a contract.”
“Woah, that’s expecting a lot of me, don’t you think? Sorry but you only got it half right. I thought I could control Jim, but then the dumbass gave it away. But when you were desperate to save him, I thought you were a blessing in disguise. Plus, I didn’t *force* you into a pact, I just gave you a little push. Not even dark magic can force you to give away your soul.” She leaned on Aramis, her heavy breast muffling his gagged panicking.
“It doesn’t matter what your plans were, they have failed. You cannot control me any more.”
“Are you so sure about that?” Liriel’s defiant gaze seemed to dare her to try, and Raum was not someone to back down from a challenge. “Fine. You still have the scale? Good. How about… Get on the floor and whimper like a bitch in heat.” The elf stared at her, dark eyes holding a piercing gaze. “I said down on the floor, now!”
“I will do no such thing.” Liriel carefully put the scale on the altar between Aramis feet. She lifted her hands to show she was not touching it any more. “Now, how about you get on the floor for me.” It was not a question.
Before she could think of a snippy answer, the demoness was already squatting on the floor, legs spread and whining like a dog. “W-what’s going on?”
“I *own* you now. I am far more powerful than you could ever hope to be. Among the humanoid demons, the countesses, you are considered the most powerful, are you not? Your dark magic is unrivalled and you can even twist yourself into multiple forms to fool mortals. Yet you are no match for me. And I will make sure you do not forget.”
Liriel held out her palm, from which a root sprung up. It grew and thickened, twisting around itself until it had formed a massive phallus, thicker in the middle than at the tip or base. It was a particular shape the elf had become intimately familiar with during her travels with Jim. “Present yourself. Spread your cunt, as wide as you can.”
Raum did as she was bidden, while frantically trying to stop herself. She yelled and twitched but nothing helped. Her manic resistance came to an abrupt stop when Liriel positioned the fat dildo against her entrance. “You will keep yourself filled and plugged with this toy until I say you can take it out. Not one second earlier.” Then, she shoved the dildo inside her oily folds up to the hilt, her slit permanently spread wide apart. Only the bottom of the ligneous sex toy, signed with a cursive ‘L’ remained visible, like a demented title deed to the demoness’s hole. “Now leave me alone.”
Without another word, the demoness staggered away, hand clutched to her violently spread pussy. When she was finally gone, she turned to the gagged foxkin. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
To his confusion, she stripped down to her underwear. Her bra was a thin bandeau, bound so tight it indented her supple tits. Between her legs, thin, black fabric shone that barely covered her sex. It was both too thin and too low, leaving the sides of her puffy lips uncovered, as well as a blonde tuft of hair crowning the hints of a pink hood beneath.
“I think you deserve this much at least, no? After all, I’m here to reward you.” His pleading eyes went ignored as she scooped up his nuts in her hand. “It shouldn’t be some demon whore you barely know to take away your manhood over and over again. It should be someone you know. Someone you knew from the start not to trust.”
Her hand squeezed down, her nails lightly scratching along his balls and he shuddered. “It really is funny, don’t you think? You knew me better than I knew myself.” She isolated the right ball in her hand, keeping the pressure the same. The lack of its twin meant it bore the full brunt of her squeeze, and it started to deform under the pressure. Slowly, she pulled the orb away from his body. “You were the only who realized what I was capable of. How I would hurt Jim. You tried to warn him, didn’t you?”
He shook his head desperately, tears forming in his eyes.
She put her free hand on his limp penis and started gently stroking him. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad. I just wish you had warned me, as well, how he would hurt me.” Her thumb massaged his frenulum, drawing little circles around the little string. Her grip got harder, flattening his right testicle to the width of her thumb. “But it’s not like I don’t understand. You grew up in one of those zealous Sophian communities, right? I saw it in your memories. All day you’d serve the women, be treated like a slave by them. How terribly they would hurt your balls every time you made a mistake… or even when they just felt like. It made you afraid of women.” He was erect now and with a featherlight touch, she rubbed his cock between two fingers.
He was thrashing wildly but the bindings held tight. Liriel gave a grunt of effort, squeezing down as hard as she could on his right testicle. She could feel her fingers almost meet in the middle of the orb, but they refused to actually touch. Somehow, the lone orb still remained a complete testicle.
“Huh, I’m not even strong enough to pop it in my hand. Curious, isn’t it?” she asked and stopped squeezing with all her might. Aramis, pale, sweaty and crying, breathed a sigh of relief through his gag.
The elf’s jerking began picking up pace, focusing on the head of his cock. She was determined to make him cum now. “But did you know? Ever since I became maiden of darkness, my magic has grown stronger considerably. Even my regular nature magic I’d had before, I mean. Something that always eluded me was channelling aspects of nature magic into myself. I don’t even know why, it had nothing to do with my limited mana pool. But now I can. Do you know what one of the most common application for it is?”
Her hand was flying along his cock now, and judging by the clear bead of precum at the tip, he was getting close.
“It’s strengthening one's muscles.”
With a surge of green light, her biceps and triceps bulged out. She drew her hand away from his twitching cock and pushed her fingers into his right testicle.
The piece of manhood splattered under her grip, popping like a grape and spilling its mushy insides into his sack. He cried and screamed but his cock showed a very different reaction. Pushed over the edge by the sudden half-castration, the shaft spasmed and shot ropes after ropes of pinkish-white cum all over the altar.
Liriel ground the nut to complete obliteration, making sure nothing but mush was left of it. Then she quickly took hold of his other testicle and jammed her thumb into its centre. It split apart violently, with an audible pop. The sudden destruction of his nut sent a ripple through her that made her tits jiggle.
Throughout his castration, the foxkin kept coming, spewing out a final load of thick cum and nut mush despite being in the greatest pain he had ever known. Before it ended, Liriel took his entire sack into her hand again and crushing anything left, forcing the liquified remains of his testicles out through his dick.
Sobbing, he didn’t notice how Liriel seemed to be completely enveloped in dark light, a tenebrous corona flooding into her. Then, all of a sudden, it was gone, and the pain of his crushed testicles was replaced by a dull ache and the sense that something had been taken from him, that something was missing.
“What a rush… I see now why demons are so eager to break apart a pair. Now, let’s see if your balls are back as well…”
She grabbed his sack again, making him twitch. She rolled the gonads inside his sack around in her hand, feeling their weight and shape, and gave them a few light squeezes to test their durability. His scrotum was bright-red from the nut-crunching tension it had just been put under, but it was filled with the oval shapes of his balls instead of lumps of mush.
“Amazing, they truly are back. No priestess on Bythos could have put the mess I left your manhood in back together. You were a eunuch, completely and entirely castrated. Yet here I am, holding you plums in my hand, ready for another juicing…”
She set the ballbag down on the altar and gave it a few tentative flicks. “Fate affinity truly is marvellous. If it can restore testicles, I wonder if it can achieve other things…” Her finger slapped into his nuts again and again as Liriel lost herself in thought. She eventually startled from her thoughts.
“That will have to wait. For now, rupturing you again takes precedence.”
He weakly shook his head, but Liriel only grinned.
“I’m sorry your first pop had to be so sudden. I will take my time from now on. You deserve that much.” With a snap of her fingers, vines grew between his legs, winding around his nuts and pulling them to the bottom of his sack. With his testicles secured like this, another, thicker vine wound around their middle and pulled tight. Its hold was tight enough to form a dent in the middle of the balls but not so tight that it threatened to break apart the nuts. But Aramis could tell they were close, keeping him just on the edge of rupture.
The elf stuck her head into his crotch and gave his cock a tentative lick. “This one will be *much* slower. You see, your balls are like… two barrels of cum. They produce and store all your seed inside them until it is time to cum. That means, when you do cum, all that creamy is flushed out of them, which leaves them much less durable, more fragile. It is easiest to pop a boy right after he’s had a dozen or so orgasms. I wonder what happens if I keep you on the verge of popping and then make you cum a bunch of times, don’t you? Let’s begin.”
She sucked his cock into her mouth and sucked eagerly. Her tongue was all over his dick, teasing it in myriads of ways he hadn’t dared to imagine before. His first orgasm came within two minutes and he shot a load down her throat. Immediately, the pain in his nuts seemed to amplify but – that was just because they were more sensitive after cumming, right? They weren’t breaking down because they had less cum in them, right?
Liriel licked her lips. “That’s the first one. Let’s see how long they hold up before they pop.” She expertly took his cock back into her mouth and within seconds, he was hard again. He had never expected the elf to be such an expert cocksucker and in any other situation, he would’ve been delighted to discover this fact.
But as he erupted inside her mouth again, and his balls flared up in scorching pain, he was starting to wish she was just the innocent little girl she had always presented herself towards Jim. By the third orgasm, he was starting to believe her that his nuts would empty themselves until they couldn’t stand up to the pressure any more.
He couldn’t get hard for after that, and for a moment he thought he had been spared a castration by orgasm. But it only lasted for a second, until she channelled a burst of nature mana into him, making his cock throb and grow like he was a hormonal teenager.
He splattered the few little drops of orgasm number four against her chin. Besides the searing pain in his nuts, he could start to hear little crackles and pops.
“I think they’re about to give up and get crushed. Want to bet this next one will do it?” Instead of a blowjob, she was fiercely masturbating him now. Her small hand grabbed his dick tightly, throwing all pretence of pleasure out of the window in favour of trying to make him cum as soon as possible. It was the roughest, most brutal handjob he had ever received but there was no question it was effective.
“I can feel you twitching. Here it comes, say goodbye to your balls once more! Cum and break!”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he shot another, surprisingly large load into the air.
He didn’t rupture instantly. Rather, with almost each spurt of cum, the structural integrity of his testicles weakened. At first, only a series of small cracks gave notice they were about to be crushed. But as they rose in frequency, his nuts started to cave in. At first, the left one came out of round, the vine pressing against it suddenly lying a centimetre lower. The right nut followed, being crunched down to half its size as it collapsed in on itself. The sudden release of pressure made the vine crash into the pitted nutflesh and it shattered completely, reduced to goo and useless chunks of ball.
Liriel smiled over his screams, relishing the power surging through her for a moment. “Great job cumming yourself nutless. Ready for round three?” she asked and gently lifted his reconstituted testicles in her palm.
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*And there she is.*
*Second image not AI this time because it didn’t seem to understand what I wanted when I prompted stirrup leggings, instead it always generated big ass boots – which is nice but not what I was going for here. Just think of yoga pants that have a strap wrapping around the foot, or google stirrup leggings*
