Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 60
Chapter 60 – content: >!rupture, lesbian, bukkake, monstergirl!<
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The school of fish looked slightly strange, besides just their vibrant crimson colour. They seemed slightly… fuzzy, in a way. But they still behaved like a regular school of fish would, crowding together, then suddenly scattering through the crystal-clear water when something that looked like a shark trailing glitter behind it shot into them. Thankfully, a reflective glare on the water’s surface hid whether the predator was successful.
Jim rubbed his neck, which was getting tired from staring up at the lake. Or maybe it was the sea?
*Hold on, why am I staring up?*
They stood in a field of blue grass dotted with yellow flowers. He hesitated to say there was a forest around them, as he wasn’t sure they were trees – the leaves on their crowns looked strangely rectangular, like the pages of a book. What’s more, they all had strange patters in their bark, patterns that looked just like crying faces… And the sky was filled in its entirety by a body of water! He even saw a whale swim in the distance.
“What happened? Where might we be?” Philine asked and her voice reminded him that she had just driven her knee into his privates with the force of a freight train. On cue, pain lanced through his nuts and into his guts as if a knife had been driven into his testicles. His knees buckled and he grabbed his nuts, gasping. That, however, only made it worse and he tried hard not to empty his stomach into the strange grass.
“Good job, girl, you might have almost smashed his goolies, but you definitely stopped him,” Despina told Philine, then knelt down next to the retching Jim. Her hand was reaching over his butt and grasping around between his legs. “See, that’s what we had to do because you were running, that was stupid! Now let me check your balls, I know you’re always going on about them hurting so much, but that knee looked like it genuinely might have cracked them. Hold on, now…” A sliver of her tongue peeked out from between her lips as she rummaged around in his groin.
“No, stop! Don’t touch them!” he hissed, trying to fend her grabby hands off but Despina ignored his plight. The girl cleverly stood behind him where he couldn’t reach her and lifted him off the ground by his nuts.
“Oh, wow… I think you split the nut that I sewed up, Philine,” Despina said, her voice dripping with poorly hidden jealousy.
“Uhm, I’m sorry?” she said.
The princess shook her head while her thumb gently traced a crack running along the back of the gonad. It made Jim keen and spasm. “No, no, rupturing a testicle is something to be proud of, especially one as fat as this one. But I guess I have to sew it up again…” Then, she stopped. “Huh? That can’t be right. That’s so weiiird.”
“What’s going on, miss Despina?”
“Here, do you see his right ball?” she asked and yanked the orb, now swollen to the size of an apple, towards the guileless girl. Philine crossed her eyes when she tried to bring the ball under her nose into focus. “When I push on the back, where nuts are most fragile, you can see that it’s definitely popped open.” She demonstrated by poking the gonad with her finger and with barely any resistance, other than from Jim’s howling, it sank into the nutmeat up to her first phalanx. “And when I pull out again, watch this.” Her finger lifted, leaving behind a clearly visible indentation where she pushed the skin of his sack into his nut.
Like a sponge, the concave testicle buffed out again, slowly pushing against the scrotum until it formed a whole and mostly round ball again.
“See? It’s like his nut is always returning to how it was, despite being cracked wide open! Watch, I bet if I really get my finger in there and scrape out his ball, it’s still going to return to how it was…”
Jim, very green around the gills and desperately trying to get the princess off of his testicles, cried for her to stop.
“Uhm, that’s neat, but not what I meant. Why is the sky like this? And the trees and grass for that matter,” Philine said while nervously twiddling her fingers.
“The grass…?” Despina muttered. Taking her hand away from Jim’s manhood (but still grasping it tight with the other), she had a look at their surroundings for the first time. At her feet, a yellow flower buzzed lightly and looking closer, she saw it wasn’t really a flower at all. Or maybe it was and it just happened to look like a bumblebee growing out of a plant stem, wiggling its fuzzy little butt. Something that looked like the floating blossom of an orchid settled on the bumblebee-plant and started dragging its pistil over the bumblebee’s fur. It buzzed excitedly.
All over the clearing they stood in, bumbleflowers buzzed and chirped. “Where are we…?” Despina finally asked and let go of Jim’s nuts as she watched a ladybug get mounted by a dandelion that was much too big for it.
“Miss Despina, I have a feeling we’re not in Kumarbi any more,” Philine said. “Mister Jim, are you alright?”
“No,” he squeaked and keeping a featherlight touch on his balls to avoid jostling them, he slowly rose. There had to be something to Despina’s testicle-obsessed remarks. His nuts hurt like they were on fire, but it’s almost as if that pain was frozen in time. It didn’t pulse or increase, but it also didn’t wane. It was just there, at the same intensity, and that strangely made it more bearable. Just about. “But maybe I can… oh Goddess, my balls… maybe I can ignore it if I move slowly. Why did you hit me there, Philine?”
“Everyone knows it’s the quickest way to stop a boy. As a novice, we were training to hit a boy’s sack every day,” she said and shrugged.
“But they’re my balls…” he whined.
“Shh, do you hear that? It sounds like music,” Despina said.
Philine and Jim strained their ears, trying to make out what the redhead had heard. It wasn’t easy – while there weren’t any animal cries or wind rustling trees, every so often a loud bubbling announced when the ‘sky’ would suddenly drop a large glob of water, which came crashing down onto the strange not-trees.
But between those splashes and the cracking of wood that followed it, there seemed to be a strange hum in the air. At first, Jim thought it was the buzzing of the bumbleflowers, but he soon realized it was higher-pitched and more melodious. Then, in a lull of noise, he heard it: a single, clear note, sung by what seemed to be a female voice.
“It’s that way! There must be people there, let’s go see!” Philine said and grabbed Jim and Despina by the hand. The girl’s freakish strength left them no choice but to follow.
“Wait, we don’t even know where Ina and Pearl and Tarja are! We should go and find them first!” Despina said.
“Ah, ow, not so fast! Running so fast hurts my groin!”
Suddenly, Despina surged in front of Philine, smiling. “Let’s go! Chop-chop, no time to dawdle!” she said, which earned her an enthusiastic nod from the former paladin and a groan from Jim.
Mechanically, he put one foot in front of the other, feeling every step to the core of his partially broken balls. Desperately, he tried to call out to the girl to get her to stop but she either didn’t want to hear him or… no, she was definitely just lost in her own excitement, like a little puppy. Despina on the other hand-
He tripped and landed balls-first on a rock protruding from the ground. It dug painfully into his partially broken balls, but he didn’t even get to cry out because Philine was still dragging him! A root followed, bumping his balls and he finally managed to cry out. “FuuuuaaAAH!”
While Philine didn’t even react, Despina’s head swivelled around, a giant smile plastered on her face. She let Philine take the lead again and ran beside Jim getting dragged along. Before he could turn over or get his feet under him, she jumped on his butt. Her added weight kept his balls firmly pressed against the uneven ground.
Practically using him as a surfboard, her free hand sneaked into her pants. The shaky ride and constant moans from underneath her feet seemed to be enough to get her going.
But Despina’s joyride didn’t last very long, as Philine slowed down when she started to see a light glimmer through the crying trees. Together, they peered through the out from behind some stems in front of them.
At first, Jim saw stars dancing in his vision from the pain in his nuts. Then he thought he was watching fireflies. But instead of glowing yellow, they were shining a cold blue. And they weren’t fireflies at all.
A swarm of tiny, naked women fluttered and flitted through the trees, laughing and chasing each other, while a small row of the little creatures hovered in the back and sang a haunting song, their voices frail and thin.
It was eerily beautiful and hypnotic. They danced in the air to the music, sometimes pretending to dance a waltz before throwing themselves into dizzying loops and dives.
Jim was entranced by the display, these beautiful little creatures moved so gracefully, so elegantly through the air that he didn’t even think to look up. In a cage above, a bound and gagged cat girl was desperately trying to get their attention without alerting the fairies.
It was Despina who noticed her. She was short, with black hair and a robe that vaguely reminded the princess of Zenobia’s outfit, albeit less slutty. The girl twisted and turned in her small cage, trying to get into a better position to alert the three newcomers. Her wiggling left the beastkin rather exposed, her skirt hiking up to expose her bright white panties and the small bumps of her chest barely protruding past the unnaturally sturdy sticks. Despina noticed that the cat girl was similarly lacking in female charms to the princess, except that she didn’t even have Despina’s wide hips and pert bum to make up for her flat chest. It filled the princess with no small amount of satisfaction.
She poked Philine and pointed up at the prisoner, which the former paladin noted with a gasp she managed to stifle just in time. Getting Jim’s attention proved harder as he was intently staring at a couple of fairies hovering right in front of their bush, passionately kissing. Slowly, they sank onto one of the leaves as their kissing grew more impassioned. Then, one of the fairies pushed her partner down onto the leaf and buried her head between the pair of blue legs. The little creature cried out in pleasure and Jim gasped at the amorous sound. Unlike Philine, he did not manage to stifle his gasp.
Startled by the sudden sound, the fairies scattered from the grove. The music and shimmering light stopped abruptly, instead being replaced by a menacing red lustre coming roughly from where the fairy singers had been flying.
“Who dares tread upon the lands of the fae? Who has the gall to disturb the court of queen Gwylla?” a voice at the other end of the grove said.
She was slightly taller than the other fairies, and about one-and-a-half times as tall as Jim’s outstretched palm. Her skin was a deep azure, and her wine-red hair was pinned up to a complex and gorgeous knot before cascading to her hips. Like her subjects, no dress hid her breasts, but bell flowers were pulled over her arms like sleeves. If only she hadn’t put one leg in front of the other, then he could see whether her snatch was crowned by hair just as deep-red as that on her head. In her hand, she was holding a glob of lavender pollen, a bite mark showing that she had just been enjoying the snack.
Philine and Despina shared a look, then the princess sighed. She was first to rise from their hiding spot. “I am Despina of house Coglioni, third princess of the kingdom of Calv-”
“Your titles hold no power here! In this place, all bow to queen Gwylla!” Some fairies started flying around their heads, giggling or staring inquisitively.
“Uh, uhm, I’m Philine,” Jim’s other companion said with a shyness borne from being completely out of depth. In that moment, she reminded him a lot of their first encounter in the guild.
“Your majesty, I am Jim. Please believe me when I say we mean you no harm.” A fairy was hovering in front of him, spreading her legs right in front of his nose.
“HmmHMM!” came from above them and for the first time, Jim noticed the prisoner above them. It took him a moment to recognize her.
“Huh? The alchemist from Hôdoburg?” What was her name again? Moira? Morrigan? …Morgana?
“Ooh?” the fairy queen hummed, ignoring her prisoner. “What is a *man* doing in Álfheimr? You must have wandered far to have ended up here…” The way she pronounced ‘man’ sent a shiver down Jim’s spine.
“Uh, well, like I said, we don’t mean you harm and… we sort of ended up here by accident. You see, we were somewhere in Kumarbi, running through the woods when…”
“When I kicked mister Jim’s milkbag really, really hard!” Philine finished for him.
Gwylla gasped and held a hand up to her mouth. “Oh dear! And is your… milkbag unharmed?”
“That’s not-”
“It’s definitely not unharmed!” Despina cut him off. “In fact, that is the strangest thing. I felt his balls and one of them is definitely split open. He should be leaking nutbutter into his sack with every movement but instead, it felt like his balls would always revert to the moment they popped!”
From above them, Morgana’s muffled protests tried and failed to get the conversation back on track.
Gwylla regarded the redhead with a look as cold as ice. “Of course you do not understand, simple girl.” The insanely rude remark left Despina speechless. “In Álfheimr, only *I* decide when a testicle pops, for all of this land belongs to me and thus all testicles within it do as well.” She stared at the princess with a smug smile on her face, assured that she had shut the girl up.
“So…” Despina breathed. “Does that mean… I can break his nuts again and again, and they will reform each time?” Her wild, crazed stare took queen Gwylla off guard.
The fairy queen wrinkled her nose. “Technically, that would be correct, as long as I don’t- HEY!”
Already, Despina was diving between Jim’s legs, kneeling and staring up at him. No, not at him, at his groin. A barrage of punches slammed into his ballsack, as if the noble girl was using his balls for drumming practice. Her punches weren’t very strong, but fast, and his balls were at their weakest they had ever been. Partially ruptured, partially burned, each hit from Despina’s slender hands felt like a sledgehammer being swung up into his nuts. With some surprise, he noticed the faint glow around her arms. Had the princess cast magic without even saying a word? Why now?
Her hands were a blur as they slammed into his balls with superhuman speed. Jim was unable to even try and wrap his hands around his nuts. Slowly, he felt himself lift off the ground, each punch to his fragile nuts bumping him slightly higher and the next blow came so fast, his body didn’t even have time to fall back down again. He didn’t even want to imagine the state his balls were in, but by the debilitating pain in his nuts, Despina was well on her way to making plum purée out of them.
“That’s enough! I TOLD you! All balls belong to ME!” the fairy queen shouted and snapped her fingers.
The ball punches stopped abruptly. Jim crashed to the ground, curled into a tight ball, even if it did nothing to stop the searing pain in his nuts.
“Tch, that’s enough out of you! Serve me for a bit and I will consider releasing you. Maybe.” Queen Gwylla imperiously pointed at a new fairy that was now floating above the busted Jim. With wonder, she regarded her light-blue skin and how it contrasted against her fiery red hair. Then she noticed that an equal contrast between her legs was proudly on display.
“KYA! M-my clothes! Where are my clothes!” fairy-Despina cried. Above, Morgana just sighed.
“You don’t need them while serving at my court. And while we’re at it…” Gwylla muttered and snapped her finger again.
Next to Despina, a much curvier fairy appeared, with equally blue skin but short, light-brown hair. “Huh? What’s going on? And why am I nakey?” a confused miniature version of Philine said.
The redhead-turned-fairy growled. “What the hell did you do to me! I don’t… I can’t even use my magic!”
“I told you, didn’t I?” Gwylla scoffed. “In this place, ALL bow to me. Including the so-called Goddesses and their pathetic attempt at creating magic. I smell one of my children on you, so I thought you would be familiar with true magic… but I see that I expect too much from mere humans. Now be quiet, girl, or I will turn you into a testicle next.”
While Despina cussed the queen out under her breath, Jim’s eyes widened. “Ina…” he muttered and stared into space for a second. Then he shook his head. Through debilitating nut pain, he pressed out, “your majesty, we might not have planned to end up in your realm but I think that was very fortunate. We- I happen to know this girl up there,” Jim said and pointed towards the bound and gagged cat girl. “Did she do anyth- I mean, is she imprisoned?” he asked, then hastily added, “your majesty?” If the situation wasn’t so strange, Morgana’s face oscillating between gratitude and embarrassment would have made him laugh. And also if Despina hadn’t just used his sack as a punching bag.
“The fool came here in search of the recipe to create philosopher’s stones and lacked the proper manners, not unlike your rude ginger companion over there. She tried to haggle with me. Me! When I was so gracious to offer her the knowledge she was seeking in return for merely her firstborn child. Preposterous!”
A chorus of agreeing murmurs and a few more shouts of ‘preposterous!’ rang out from the surrounding fairies in support of their queen.
“Then, is there anything I can do to get you to release her? And my companions as well, please,” Jim said.
“Mhmm, I suppose there might be something you could offer me…” Gwylla tapped thoughtfully against her lips, her flower sleeves rustling as she looked him over.
“Please don’t say my firstborn child as well…”
“No, from what I have heard your companion say, you will never be able to pay that price. Instead, I want you to… entertain us.” The entire fairy court smirked knowingly. “You see, it is very rare indeed that men visit us and occasionally, we feel an urge within us that only a man can scratch.” She smiled seductively, her small blue hand tracing a line from her neck down between her breasts.
“Oh.” He blushed. “How would do that even wor- I mean, if I do this, you will release my companions and Morgana?”
She hummed affirmatively. “Mhmm, I promise.”
“Jim, don’t!” Philine began with her tiny, squeaky voice. “Everybody knows not to make deals with the strange folk! She’s definitely up to some trick!”
“Then I’ll do it! I will… entertain you and your court.”
“Excellent,” Gwylla said and for a moment her eyes seemed to glow with a mysterious light from deep within her. All around her, fairies swarmed excitedly, muttering and giggling. “Then I think some redecorating is in order.” She snapped her fingers.
Jim could tell something had suddenly shifted. He was still looking out over the little clearing but he was higher, somehow. He tried looking down but noticed that his head wouldn’t move, only his eyes shifted. Below him, he saw the cloud of fairies, but where his body used to be, he only saw a tree trunk.
And from it protruded a pink, fleshy tube with a pair of plump eggs on top of it.
Like a swarm of bees, the fairies descended upon the appendage. For a moment, Jim thought insects had crawled into his underwear, the slight touch tickling along his length and gently skittering over his balls. Only when the first, tiny fist slammed into his right ball did he understand the protrusions were his cock and balls, turned upside-down for some reason and sprouting from a tree. Gwylla had turned him into a tree, with only his genitals still made of flesh and skin.
The tiny, mythical creatures wasted no time in having their fun with his junk. Most had begun fluttering right in front of his balls, throwing tiny punches or kicks at them. The nuts were massive on a normal human, but compared to these women no bigger than Jim’s palm, they were titanic. It was like they were hitting massive, fleshy boulders.
Sadly, unlike boulders, Jim’s balls weren’t made of stone. He felt each tiny hit, miniature knuckles burying themselves as deep in the meat of his balls as the fairies small strength allowed. Some even flew daring diving manoeuvres into his balls, delivering dive kicks and headbutts worthy of an action film heroine to his balls.
The more orderly ones clucked their tongues at their brethren. Instead of torturing his nuts directly, they went for a ‘clean up’. Three fairies grabbed a hair growing from his sack at the same time and yanked on it as if they were trying to uproot a tree. Each hair took them an eye-watering ten yanks to pull out but eventually, they laid his nutsack bare. When they had cleaned an area of his balls, they scratched and spat on the sensitive skin.
Others preferred to land on top of his balls (which were actually their bottom), either sitting and punching straight down as if they were trying to tunnel into his nuts or standing and repeatedly stomping their little feet.
And then there was one particularly nasty fairy clinging to the side of his left testicle like a spider and biting into the giant gonad.
He tried to scream but his face was unyielding wood and mute bark.
Gwylla hovered in front of his face and this time, her legs were spread. She grinned, eagerly showing off her smooth pussy, while he felt his balls get maltreated by dozens of tiny women. Her hand gently petted the crimson bush right above her slit. “So kind of you to offer your balls up for our entertainment. We get to play with them so rarely! Don’t worry, this won’t take long… How about we have our way with your plums for about, oh, I don’t know, the next hundred years? Yes, let’s do that. Let’s see how coherent you will be after a hundred years worth of ball torture. That will be fun to find out, right?”
She blew him a kiss that he could physically feel, somehow. Or maybe he only imagined it when a heavy nut punch hit the particularly painful spot of the hole punched through his left nut and the pain crossed a few wires in his head. The fairy that had struck him there, a girl with short black hair and iridescent, dragonfly-like wings, was embedded in his nut up to her elbow and cried out in surprise.
Like moths drawn to a flame, the fairies gathered around their stuck friend, laughing and hooting. Some tried to help her pull her arm from the hole in his ball, but most had a different idea of how to help.
“Evil fairy-munching manball! Release my friend!” one shouted and started laying into the oval. Her punches did nothing to help free her friend, of course, but Jim was acutely aware of each hit as they compressed his nutmeat around the fairy’s arm and hand. It felt like someone was driving a small spike into and through his testicle with each hit.
Gwylla chuckled and flew down to inspect the carnage. Her feet daintily touched the ridge of his glans, using it as a foothold. “Oh my, it seems my girls are already trying to tear your manhood apart. Aren’t you lucky they will always return to how they were, big and round and ready to burst again? Mhhm, I’m sure you are…”
The fairy queen gently rubbed her toes along the sensitive rim of his cockhead and when it twitched, launched back into the air. At a small wave from her hand, several fairies came to her carrying a luxurious pillow that seemed to be made of moss. Gwylla settled on it and held out her hand. One of the fairies handed her back her snack, which she bit into with relish. Then she spread her legs and immediately, one of her subordinates dove between them. Loud, wet licking sounds filled the air over the rambunctious playing of the fairies.
Off to the side, Despina furiously watched the fairies play with Jim’s balls while she was powerless to chase them away and claim them for her own. Not that she didn’t masturbate to the sight, but her heart wasn’t in it when she thrust her hand between her legs and started flicking her bean.
“Grrr, I can’t believe this…”
“Me neither!” Philine agreed. “She turned mister Jim into a tree!”
“Those aren’t her balls to do with as she pleases! If only I could still use my magic… Oh, nice knee! Bet he felt that one.”
“Uhm, miss Despina? Come to think of it, why are we blue? And flying?” Philine said, hanging upside down in the air next to her.
“Never mind that now, girl, we need to find a way to stop this testicle confiscating hussy,” Despina answered, an angry squirt trickling down her legs.
Philine pushed her breasts down, which was up, to stop them from hanging in front of her face. “You mean miss Gwylla? I don’t know how, she seems strong…”
“If only I could blast her away with a wind spell…”
“Blast…?” Something in Philine’s expression shifted. “I think I have an idea! But I don’t know if you will like it, miss Despina…”
“Out with it, if it allows us to pay her back, I want to know what it is.”
Philine swam through the air with awkward motions until she floated next to Despina and whispered in her. The princess turned pale but eventually nodded. “How do you even come up with this stuff? From what I heard about you from Jim, it sounded like you didn’t know what cocks were even for.”
“It was part of my training! ‘*When you want to reward a boy, this is what you do. Play with his stick and you will make his heart tick. But play with his sack, he’ll have an anxiety attack*’, that’s what they taught us.”
“I can’t believe th- Fine, let’s… let’s just do it.”
The two girls approached Jim from behind, flying low over the ground to avoid catching the eye of Gwylla. And it seemed to work, as none of the fairies busting Jim’s balls paid them any mind. Approaching from below, they reached their target without anyone stopping them. Only when Philine reached out and touched the long meaty tube hanging below the balls did a fairy cock her head curiously at them. It was the one clinging to Jim’s right ball, biting at it.
“Just trying some things,” Philine said earnestly and patted the fat cock, smoothing down a vein with her hand. The fairy shrugged and buried her face in the wrinkly sack again, determined to cram as much of the actual testicle into her mouth along with the scrotum. Then she threw her head side to side, growling like a dog.
“Alright, miss Despina, you start at the tip. I will be working in the middle,” Philine said and hugged the cock before her. She embraced the dick so tightly, her breasts were squished almost flat against it, but even Philine’s monstrous strength only compressed the penis a bit. At normal size, it would’ve been equivalent to a gentle handjob.
Despina grumbled and floated lower. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, I should be up there, beating his fat balls senseless…” Gently, she placed a hand on the shiny glans. “Eww, it’s so warm and… moist!” Nevertheless, she started moving her hand in a circular pattern, rubbing the dick.
“That’s no good, miss Despina! Mister Jim won’t feel that at all!” Philine shouted while rubbing herself up and down the pink shaft. “We’re very small and mister Jim’s milkspout is very large, you need to use your whole body!”
“Ugh… Fine!” The redhead flew closer and wrapped her legs around his cock, just below the tip. She let herself fall forward and wrapped her arms around as much of his head as she could. “Goddess, I’m so going to kick him for this…” Then she moved herself up and down, bouncing on his dick while rubbing as much of his cock as she could.
Slowly, the dick pumped itself awake under the two adventurers-turned-fairies efforts. The pleasure they gave his dick paled in comparison to the relentless assault the two nuts endured by Gwylla’s subordinates but it was enough to eventually produce a sizable erection.
“Well done, miss Despina! Now you need to find a way to make his spout shoot its milk. I’m counting on you!” Philine let go of the bulging cock, abandoning her full-bodied jerk-off session to float below the cock. Grabbing two handfuls, she held a secure grip on it.
“And how the hell am I supposed to do that? I don’t know how… I mean, I’ve never…” she stammered while still rubbing her tits and face against the purple, swollen head. This continued for another minute before the princess finally grew frustrated.
“Just frickin' cum!” she yelled and punched at the annoying penis. Her fists hit the string-like part in the middle, something that would be pointing down if his genitals weren’t upside-down due to Gwylla’s strange magic.
Jim’s cock twitched, and a bead of crystal-clear precum formed at the very tip. “Oh? So you liked that, huh? Well, there’s plenty more where that came from. Hayah!”
Despina punched the sensitive frenulum before her with newfound glee. Then she did it again. Each hit was rewarded with a twitch. “On second thought, maybe this isn’t so bad. I just wish I was beating up his balls instead! Hyyah!”
“Keep going, miss Despina, I think it’s working! I better get ready…”
Despite floating only about a metre away from them, Gwylla was oblivious to the girls’ plan. Rather, she was nearing her own release as she watched her subjects beat the living daylights out of the pair of testicles before her while her pussy was eagerly kissed, nibbled and licked. “Oh, yes, this is wonderful entertainment! Don’t you, aaah, think so, Jim? Hmmm, I think this is the beginning to a very *entertaining* hundred years. Oh, ohhh, fuuuck…” she breathed. Throwing one leg around the head of the fairy eating her out, she roughly pressed her pussy against the girl’s mouth. “Fuck, yes! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!”
Gwylla threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy.
At the same time, Jim’s cock quivered and exploded.
With a herculean effort, Philine fluttered and strained, lifting the massive penis and pitching it up high enough to point directly at the fairy-queen.
A torrent of hot, white spunk shot towards the orgasming fairy and smashed into her dead centre. The jet of cum swept her away before she even realized why everything was suddenly slimy, warm and white.
The cumshot splattered her against a tree at the other side of the clearing, splashing against it like a tidal wave. Several more shots followed, painting the tree and the grass and even some of its leaves white.
As the torrent died down, Gwylla was stuck to the tree like fly paper. On top of her, her paramour was stuck upside down, face glued to the fairy queen’s snatch and her ass right below Gwylla’s white coated face.
Immediately, the cloud of fairies relented Jim’s nuts, flying over to help their queen. With a happy squeal, Despina dove for the now abandoned nuts and started punching and kicking them.
“Your majesty, are you all right?”
“Don’t worry, we will free you!”
“Gosh, it’s so thick and sticky… I can’t get it off my hands!”
When Gwylla’s face was finally freed enough of jizz that she could see and speak again, her anger was immense. “How dare you do this to me… How dare you disrespect my hospitality like that? I was willing to offer you a deal, boy, and this is how you thank me?!”
Gwylla was so angry that her blue face turned purple. “This will have dire consequences! Most dire consequences! Our deal is off!” At that, Jim, Philine, Despina and even Morgana found themselves lying on the forest floor. The cat girl’s cage had disappeared as suddenly as Jim had been turned back into a human. “I curse you, adventurer Jim! I curse you with the most horrible curse to ever grace the face of this world!”
Morgana, having waited for her chance for a long time, was already on her feet. She slapped Philine on the back and started running. “Quick, follow me!”
The confused girl complied, grabbing Jim and Despina and carrying them under her arms. Then she started running after the cat girl.
“Grr, half of you, go after them! The other half, get this stinky cum off of me!” Gwylla cried.
Led by Morgana, they ran strange zig-zag patterns through the forest, turning at seemingly random points and at one point, were even running back the way they came.
“Do you know where you’re going or not?!” Despina yelled.
“Trust me, navigating this place is tricky! Going forward doesn’t always mean going where you’re heading!”
“What?” Philine asked, but the cat girl before her ignored the question. Instead, she started climbing a tree.
“Up here!”
Philine stood before it, thought for a moment, then shrugged and threw first Jim, then Despina up the tree. Then she clambered after them.
At the top of the tree was a lake, somehow. It didn’t even look like a tree crown, instead they were standing on a meadow similar to the one they had first arrived on, excepting the giant sky-blue lake before them.
When Philine approached, she saw it wasn’t just sky-blue. It *was* the sky.
“In here, quick!” Morgana called. Then she plunged into the empty sky spreading in front of them.
Philine hesitated. From behind her, Gwylla’s droning voice made them flinch as it seemed to resonate within not just their ears but their bones as well. “You will suffer, Jim, suffer the philosopher’s stones!”
Hundreds of tiny wing pairs fluttered behind them, and still pressing one hand to her ear, Philine tossed her friends into the strange lake and then jumped after them.
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*You might have noticed this chapter has a severe lack of illustrations. This is because either I or AI tools suck. Thank you.*
*But seriously, I could not get any pictures that at least somewhat fit Alfheimr. Sorry!*
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The school of fish looked slightly strange, besides just their vibrant crimson colour. They seemed slightly… fuzzy, in a way. But they still behaved like a regular school of fish would, crowding together, then suddenly scattering through the crystal-clear water when something that looked like a shark trailing glitter behind it shot into them. Thankfully, a reflective glare on the water’s surface hid whether the predator was successful.
Jim rubbed his neck, which was getting tired from staring up at the lake. Or maybe it was the sea?
*Hold on, why am I staring up?*
They stood in a field of blue grass dotted with yellow flowers. He hesitated to say there was a forest around them, as he wasn’t sure they were trees – the leaves on their crowns looked strangely rectangular, like the pages of a book. What’s more, they all had strange patters in their bark, patterns that looked just like crying faces… And the sky was filled in its entirety by a body of water! He even saw a whale swim in the distance.
“What happened? Where might we be?” Philine asked and her voice reminded him that she had just driven her knee into his privates with the force of a freight train. On cue, pain lanced through his nuts and into his guts as if a knife had been driven into his testicles. His knees buckled and he grabbed his nuts, gasping. That, however, only made it worse and he tried hard not to empty his stomach into the strange grass.
“Good job, girl, you might have almost smashed his goolies, but you definitely stopped him,” Despina told Philine, then knelt down next to the retching Jim. Her hand was reaching over his butt and grasping around between his legs. “See, that’s what we had to do because you were running, that was stupid! Now let me check your balls, I know you’re always going on about them hurting so much, but that knee looked like it genuinely might have cracked them. Hold on, now…” A sliver of her tongue peeked out from between her lips as she rummaged around in his groin.
“No, stop! Don’t touch them!” he hissed, trying to fend her grabby hands off but Despina ignored his plight. The girl cleverly stood behind him where he couldn’t reach her and lifted him off the ground by his nuts.
“Oh, wow… I think you split the nut that I sewed up, Philine,” Despina said, her voice dripping with poorly hidden jealousy.
“Uhm, I’m sorry?” she said.
The princess shook her head while her thumb gently traced a crack running along the back of the gonad. It made Jim keen and spasm. “No, no, rupturing a testicle is something to be proud of, especially one as fat as this one. But I guess I have to sew it up again…” Then, she stopped. “Huh? That can’t be right. That’s so weiiird.”
“What’s going on, miss Despina?”
“Here, do you see his right ball?” she asked and yanked the orb, now swollen to the size of an apple, towards the guileless girl. Philine crossed her eyes when she tried to bring the ball under her nose into focus. “When I push on the back, where nuts are most fragile, you can see that it’s definitely popped open.” She demonstrated by poking the gonad with her finger and with barely any resistance, other than from Jim’s howling, it sank into the nutmeat up to her first phalanx. “And when I pull out again, watch this.” Her finger lifted, leaving behind a clearly visible indentation where she pushed the skin of his sack into his nut.
Like a sponge, the concave testicle buffed out again, slowly pushing against the scrotum until it formed a whole and mostly round ball again.
“See? It’s like his nut is always returning to how it was, despite being cracked wide open! Watch, I bet if I really get my finger in there and scrape out his ball, it’s still going to return to how it was…”
Jim, very green around the gills and desperately trying to get the princess off of his testicles, cried for her to stop.
“Uhm, that’s neat, but not what I meant. Why is the sky like this? And the trees and grass for that matter,” Philine said while nervously twiddling her fingers.
“The grass…?” Despina muttered. Taking her hand away from Jim’s manhood (but still grasping it tight with the other), she had a look at their surroundings for the first time. At her feet, a yellow flower buzzed lightly and looking closer, she saw it wasn’t really a flower at all. Or maybe it was and it just happened to look like a bumblebee growing out of a plant stem, wiggling its fuzzy little butt. Something that looked like the floating blossom of an orchid settled on the bumblebee-plant and started dragging its pistil over the bumblebee’s fur. It buzzed excitedly.
All over the clearing they stood in, bumbleflowers buzzed and chirped. “Where are we…?” Despina finally asked and let go of Jim’s nuts as she watched a ladybug get mounted by a dandelion that was much too big for it.
“Miss Despina, I have a feeling we’re not in Kumarbi any more,” Philine said. “Mister Jim, are you alright?”
“No,” he squeaked and keeping a featherlight touch on his balls to avoid jostling them, he slowly rose. There had to be something to Despina’s testicle-obsessed remarks. His nuts hurt like they were on fire, but it’s almost as if that pain was frozen in time. It didn’t pulse or increase, but it also didn’t wane. It was just there, at the same intensity, and that strangely made it more bearable. Just about. “But maybe I can… oh Goddess, my balls… maybe I can ignore it if I move slowly. Why did you hit me there, Philine?”
“Everyone knows it’s the quickest way to stop a boy. As a novice, we were training to hit a boy’s sack every day,” she said and shrugged.
“But they’re my balls…” he whined.
“Shh, do you hear that? It sounds like music,” Despina said.
Philine and Jim strained their ears, trying to make out what the redhead had heard. It wasn’t easy – while there weren’t any animal cries or wind rustling trees, every so often a loud bubbling announced when the ‘sky’ would suddenly drop a large glob of water, which came crashing down onto the strange not-trees.
But between those splashes and the cracking of wood that followed it, there seemed to be a strange hum in the air. At first, Jim thought it was the buzzing of the bumbleflowers, but he soon realized it was higher-pitched and more melodious. Then, in a lull of noise, he heard it: a single, clear note, sung by what seemed to be a female voice.
“It’s that way! There must be people there, let’s go see!” Philine said and grabbed Jim and Despina by the hand. The girl’s freakish strength left them no choice but to follow.
“Wait, we don’t even know where Ina and Pearl and Tarja are! We should go and find them first!” Despina said.
“Ah, ow, not so fast! Running so fast hurts my groin!”
Suddenly, Despina surged in front of Philine, smiling. “Let’s go! Chop-chop, no time to dawdle!” she said, which earned her an enthusiastic nod from the former paladin and a groan from Jim.
Mechanically, he put one foot in front of the other, feeling every step to the core of his partially broken balls. Desperately, he tried to call out to the girl to get her to stop but she either didn’t want to hear him or… no, she was definitely just lost in her own excitement, like a little puppy. Despina on the other hand-
He tripped and landed balls-first on a rock protruding from the ground. It dug painfully into his partially broken balls, but he didn’t even get to cry out because Philine was still dragging him! A root followed, bumping his balls and he finally managed to cry out. “FuuuuaaAAH!”
While Philine didn’t even react, Despina’s head swivelled around, a giant smile plastered on her face. She let Philine take the lead again and ran beside Jim getting dragged along. Before he could turn over or get his feet under him, she jumped on his butt. Her added weight kept his balls firmly pressed against the uneven ground.
Practically using him as a surfboard, her free hand sneaked into her pants. The shaky ride and constant moans from underneath her feet seemed to be enough to get her going.
But Despina’s joyride didn’t last very long, as Philine slowed down when she started to see a light glimmer through the crying trees. Together, they peered through the out from behind some stems in front of them.
At first, Jim saw stars dancing in his vision from the pain in his nuts. Then he thought he was watching fireflies. But instead of glowing yellow, they were shining a cold blue. And they weren’t fireflies at all.
A swarm of tiny, naked women fluttered and flitted through the trees, laughing and chasing each other, while a small row of the little creatures hovered in the back and sang a haunting song, their voices frail and thin.
It was eerily beautiful and hypnotic. They danced in the air to the music, sometimes pretending to dance a waltz before throwing themselves into dizzying loops and dives.
Jim was entranced by the display, these beautiful little creatures moved so gracefully, so elegantly through the air that he didn’t even think to look up. In a cage above, a bound and gagged cat girl was desperately trying to get their attention without alerting the fairies.
It was Despina who noticed her. She was short, with black hair and a robe that vaguely reminded the princess of Zenobia’s outfit, albeit less slutty. The girl twisted and turned in her small cage, trying to get into a better position to alert the three newcomers. Her wiggling left the beastkin rather exposed, her skirt hiking up to expose her bright white panties and the small bumps of her chest barely protruding past the unnaturally sturdy sticks. Despina noticed that the cat girl was similarly lacking in female charms to the princess, except that she didn’t even have Despina’s wide hips and pert bum to make up for her flat chest. It filled the princess with no small amount of satisfaction.
She poked Philine and pointed up at the prisoner, which the former paladin noted with a gasp she managed to stifle just in time. Getting Jim’s attention proved harder as he was intently staring at a couple of fairies hovering right in front of their bush, passionately kissing. Slowly, they sank onto one of the leaves as their kissing grew more impassioned. Then, one of the fairies pushed her partner down onto the leaf and buried her head between the pair of blue legs. The little creature cried out in pleasure and Jim gasped at the amorous sound. Unlike Philine, he did not manage to stifle his gasp.
Startled by the sudden sound, the fairies scattered from the grove. The music and shimmering light stopped abruptly, instead being replaced by a menacing red lustre coming roughly from where the fairy singers had been flying.
“Who dares tread upon the lands of the fae? Who has the gall to disturb the court of queen Gwylla?” a voice at the other end of the grove said.
She was slightly taller than the other fairies, and about one-and-a-half times as tall as Jim’s outstretched palm. Her skin was a deep azure, and her wine-red hair was pinned up to a complex and gorgeous knot before cascading to her hips. Like her subjects, no dress hid her breasts, but bell flowers were pulled over her arms like sleeves. If only she hadn’t put one leg in front of the other, then he could see whether her snatch was crowned by hair just as deep-red as that on her head. In her hand, she was holding a glob of lavender pollen, a bite mark showing that she had just been enjoying the snack.
Philine and Despina shared a look, then the princess sighed. She was first to rise from their hiding spot. “I am Despina of house Coglioni, third princess of the kingdom of Calv-”
“Your titles hold no power here! In this place, all bow to queen Gwylla!” Some fairies started flying around their heads, giggling or staring inquisitively.
“Uh, uhm, I’m Philine,” Jim’s other companion said with a shyness borne from being completely out of depth. In that moment, she reminded him a lot of their first encounter in the guild.
“Your majesty, I am Jim. Please believe me when I say we mean you no harm.” A fairy was hovering in front of him, spreading her legs right in front of his nose.
“HmmHMM!” came from above them and for the first time, Jim noticed the prisoner above them. It took him a moment to recognize her.
“Huh? The alchemist from Hôdoburg?” What was her name again? Moira? Morrigan? …Morgana?
“Ooh?” the fairy queen hummed, ignoring her prisoner. “What is a *man* doing in Álfheimr? You must have wandered far to have ended up here…” The way she pronounced ‘man’ sent a shiver down Jim’s spine.
“Uh, well, like I said, we don’t mean you harm and… we sort of ended up here by accident. You see, we were somewhere in Kumarbi, running through the woods when…”
“When I kicked mister Jim’s milkbag really, really hard!” Philine finished for him.
Gwylla gasped and held a hand up to her mouth. “Oh dear! And is your… milkbag unharmed?”
“That’s not-”
“It’s definitely not unharmed!” Despina cut him off. “In fact, that is the strangest thing. I felt his balls and one of them is definitely split open. He should be leaking nutbutter into his sack with every movement but instead, it felt like his balls would always revert to the moment they popped!”
From above them, Morgana’s muffled protests tried and failed to get the conversation back on track.
Gwylla regarded the redhead with a look as cold as ice. “Of course you do not understand, simple girl.” The insanely rude remark left Despina speechless. “In Álfheimr, only *I* decide when a testicle pops, for all of this land belongs to me and thus all testicles within it do as well.” She stared at the princess with a smug smile on her face, assured that she had shut the girl up.
“So…” Despina breathed. “Does that mean… I can break his nuts again and again, and they will reform each time?” Her wild, crazed stare took queen Gwylla off guard.
The fairy queen wrinkled her nose. “Technically, that would be correct, as long as I don’t- HEY!”
Already, Despina was diving between Jim’s legs, kneeling and staring up at him. No, not at him, at his groin. A barrage of punches slammed into his ballsack, as if the noble girl was using his balls for drumming practice. Her punches weren’t very strong, but fast, and his balls were at their weakest they had ever been. Partially ruptured, partially burned, each hit from Despina’s slender hands felt like a sledgehammer being swung up into his nuts. With some surprise, he noticed the faint glow around her arms. Had the princess cast magic without even saying a word? Why now?
Her hands were a blur as they slammed into his balls with superhuman speed. Jim was unable to even try and wrap his hands around his nuts. Slowly, he felt himself lift off the ground, each punch to his fragile nuts bumping him slightly higher and the next blow came so fast, his body didn’t even have time to fall back down again. He didn’t even want to imagine the state his balls were in, but by the debilitating pain in his nuts, Despina was well on her way to making plum purée out of them.
“That’s enough! I TOLD you! All balls belong to ME!” the fairy queen shouted and snapped her fingers.
The ball punches stopped abruptly. Jim crashed to the ground, curled into a tight ball, even if it did nothing to stop the searing pain in his nuts.
“Tch, that’s enough out of you! Serve me for a bit and I will consider releasing you. Maybe.” Queen Gwylla imperiously pointed at a new fairy that was now floating above the busted Jim. With wonder, she regarded her light-blue skin and how it contrasted against her fiery red hair. Then she noticed that an equal contrast between her legs was proudly on display.
“KYA! M-my clothes! Where are my clothes!” fairy-Despina cried. Above, Morgana just sighed.
“You don’t need them while serving at my court. And while we’re at it…” Gwylla muttered and snapped her finger again.
Next to Despina, a much curvier fairy appeared, with equally blue skin but short, light-brown hair. “Huh? What’s going on? And why am I nakey?” a confused miniature version of Philine said.
The redhead-turned-fairy growled. “What the hell did you do to me! I don’t… I can’t even use my magic!”
“I told you, didn’t I?” Gwylla scoffed. “In this place, ALL bow to me. Including the so-called Goddesses and their pathetic attempt at creating magic. I smell one of my children on you, so I thought you would be familiar with true magic… but I see that I expect too much from mere humans. Now be quiet, girl, or I will turn you into a testicle next.”
While Despina cussed the queen out under her breath, Jim’s eyes widened. “Ina…” he muttered and stared into space for a second. Then he shook his head. Through debilitating nut pain, he pressed out, “your majesty, we might not have planned to end up in your realm but I think that was very fortunate. We- I happen to know this girl up there,” Jim said and pointed towards the bound and gagged cat girl. “Did she do anyth- I mean, is she imprisoned?” he asked, then hastily added, “your majesty?” If the situation wasn’t so strange, Morgana’s face oscillating between gratitude and embarrassment would have made him laugh. And also if Despina hadn’t just used his sack as a punching bag.
“The fool came here in search of the recipe to create philosopher’s stones and lacked the proper manners, not unlike your rude ginger companion over there. She tried to haggle with me. Me! When I was so gracious to offer her the knowledge she was seeking in return for merely her firstborn child. Preposterous!”
A chorus of agreeing murmurs and a few more shouts of ‘preposterous!’ rang out from the surrounding fairies in support of their queen.
“Then, is there anything I can do to get you to release her? And my companions as well, please,” Jim said.
“Mhmm, I suppose there might be something you could offer me…” Gwylla tapped thoughtfully against her lips, her flower sleeves rustling as she looked him over.
“Please don’t say my firstborn child as well…”
“No, from what I have heard your companion say, you will never be able to pay that price. Instead, I want you to… entertain us.” The entire fairy court smirked knowingly. “You see, it is very rare indeed that men visit us and occasionally, we feel an urge within us that only a man can scratch.” She smiled seductively, her small blue hand tracing a line from her neck down between her breasts.
“Oh.” He blushed. “How would do that even wor- I mean, if I do this, you will release my companions and Morgana?”
She hummed affirmatively. “Mhmm, I promise.”
“Jim, don’t!” Philine began with her tiny, squeaky voice. “Everybody knows not to make deals with the strange folk! She’s definitely up to some trick!”
“Then I’ll do it! I will… entertain you and your court.”
“Excellent,” Gwylla said and for a moment her eyes seemed to glow with a mysterious light from deep within her. All around her, fairies swarmed excitedly, muttering and giggling. “Then I think some redecorating is in order.” She snapped her fingers.
Jim could tell something had suddenly shifted. He was still looking out over the little clearing but he was higher, somehow. He tried looking down but noticed that his head wouldn’t move, only his eyes shifted. Below him, he saw the cloud of fairies, but where his body used to be, he only saw a tree trunk.
And from it protruded a pink, fleshy tube with a pair of plump eggs on top of it.
Like a swarm of bees, the fairies descended upon the appendage. For a moment, Jim thought insects had crawled into his underwear, the slight touch tickling along his length and gently skittering over his balls. Only when the first, tiny fist slammed into his right ball did he understand the protrusions were his cock and balls, turned upside-down for some reason and sprouting from a tree. Gwylla had turned him into a tree, with only his genitals still made of flesh and skin.
The tiny, mythical creatures wasted no time in having their fun with his junk. Most had begun fluttering right in front of his balls, throwing tiny punches or kicks at them. The nuts were massive on a normal human, but compared to these women no bigger than Jim’s palm, they were titanic. It was like they were hitting massive, fleshy boulders.
Sadly, unlike boulders, Jim’s balls weren’t made of stone. He felt each tiny hit, miniature knuckles burying themselves as deep in the meat of his balls as the fairies small strength allowed. Some even flew daring diving manoeuvres into his balls, delivering dive kicks and headbutts worthy of an action film heroine to his balls.
The more orderly ones clucked their tongues at their brethren. Instead of torturing his nuts directly, they went for a ‘clean up’. Three fairies grabbed a hair growing from his sack at the same time and yanked on it as if they were trying to uproot a tree. Each hair took them an eye-watering ten yanks to pull out but eventually, they laid his nutsack bare. When they had cleaned an area of his balls, they scratched and spat on the sensitive skin.
Others preferred to land on top of his balls (which were actually their bottom), either sitting and punching straight down as if they were trying to tunnel into his nuts or standing and repeatedly stomping their little feet.
And then there was one particularly nasty fairy clinging to the side of his left testicle like a spider and biting into the giant gonad.
He tried to scream but his face was unyielding wood and mute bark.
Gwylla hovered in front of his face and this time, her legs were spread. She grinned, eagerly showing off her smooth pussy, while he felt his balls get maltreated by dozens of tiny women. Her hand gently petted the crimson bush right above her slit. “So kind of you to offer your balls up for our entertainment. We get to play with them so rarely! Don’t worry, this won’t take long… How about we have our way with your plums for about, oh, I don’t know, the next hundred years? Yes, let’s do that. Let’s see how coherent you will be after a hundred years worth of ball torture. That will be fun to find out, right?”
She blew him a kiss that he could physically feel, somehow. Or maybe he only imagined it when a heavy nut punch hit the particularly painful spot of the hole punched through his left nut and the pain crossed a few wires in his head. The fairy that had struck him there, a girl with short black hair and iridescent, dragonfly-like wings, was embedded in his nut up to her elbow and cried out in surprise.
Like moths drawn to a flame, the fairies gathered around their stuck friend, laughing and hooting. Some tried to help her pull her arm from the hole in his ball, but most had a different idea of how to help.
“Evil fairy-munching manball! Release my friend!” one shouted and started laying into the oval. Her punches did nothing to help free her friend, of course, but Jim was acutely aware of each hit as they compressed his nutmeat around the fairy’s arm and hand. It felt like someone was driving a small spike into and through his testicle with each hit.
Gwylla chuckled and flew down to inspect the carnage. Her feet daintily touched the ridge of his glans, using it as a foothold. “Oh my, it seems my girls are already trying to tear your manhood apart. Aren’t you lucky they will always return to how they were, big and round and ready to burst again? Mhhm, I’m sure you are…”
The fairy queen gently rubbed her toes along the sensitive rim of his cockhead and when it twitched, launched back into the air. At a small wave from her hand, several fairies came to her carrying a luxurious pillow that seemed to be made of moss. Gwylla settled on it and held out her hand. One of the fairies handed her back her snack, which she bit into with relish. Then she spread her legs and immediately, one of her subordinates dove between them. Loud, wet licking sounds filled the air over the rambunctious playing of the fairies.
Off to the side, Despina furiously watched the fairies play with Jim’s balls while she was powerless to chase them away and claim them for her own. Not that she didn’t masturbate to the sight, but her heart wasn’t in it when she thrust her hand between her legs and started flicking her bean.
“Grrr, I can’t believe this…”
“Me neither!” Philine agreed. “She turned mister Jim into a tree!”
“Those aren’t her balls to do with as she pleases! If only I could still use my magic… Oh, nice knee! Bet he felt that one.”
“Uhm, miss Despina? Come to think of it, why are we blue? And flying?” Philine said, hanging upside down in the air next to her.
“Never mind that now, girl, we need to find a way to stop this testicle confiscating hussy,” Despina answered, an angry squirt trickling down her legs.
Philine pushed her breasts down, which was up, to stop them from hanging in front of her face. “You mean miss Gwylla? I don’t know how, she seems strong…”
“If only I could blast her away with a wind spell…”
“Blast…?” Something in Philine’s expression shifted. “I think I have an idea! But I don’t know if you will like it, miss Despina…”
“Out with it, if it allows us to pay her back, I want to know what it is.”
Philine swam through the air with awkward motions until she floated next to Despina and whispered in her. The princess turned pale but eventually nodded. “How do you even come up with this stuff? From what I heard about you from Jim, it sounded like you didn’t know what cocks were even for.”
“It was part of my training! ‘*When you want to reward a boy, this is what you do. Play with his stick and you will make his heart tick. But play with his sack, he’ll have an anxiety attack*’, that’s what they taught us.”
“I can’t believe th- Fine, let’s… let’s just do it.”
The two girls approached Jim from behind, flying low over the ground to avoid catching the eye of Gwylla. And it seemed to work, as none of the fairies busting Jim’s balls paid them any mind. Approaching from below, they reached their target without anyone stopping them. Only when Philine reached out and touched the long meaty tube hanging below the balls did a fairy cock her head curiously at them. It was the one clinging to Jim’s right ball, biting at it.
“Just trying some things,” Philine said earnestly and patted the fat cock, smoothing down a vein with her hand. The fairy shrugged and buried her face in the wrinkly sack again, determined to cram as much of the actual testicle into her mouth along with the scrotum. Then she threw her head side to side, growling like a dog.
“Alright, miss Despina, you start at the tip. I will be working in the middle,” Philine said and hugged the cock before her. She embraced the dick so tightly, her breasts were squished almost flat against it, but even Philine’s monstrous strength only compressed the penis a bit. At normal size, it would’ve been equivalent to a gentle handjob.
Despina grumbled and floated lower. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, I should be up there, beating his fat balls senseless…” Gently, she placed a hand on the shiny glans. “Eww, it’s so warm and… moist!” Nevertheless, she started moving her hand in a circular pattern, rubbing the dick.
“That’s no good, miss Despina! Mister Jim won’t feel that at all!” Philine shouted while rubbing herself up and down the pink shaft. “We’re very small and mister Jim’s milkspout is very large, you need to use your whole body!”
“Ugh… Fine!” The redhead flew closer and wrapped her legs around his cock, just below the tip. She let herself fall forward and wrapped her arms around as much of his head as she could. “Goddess, I’m so going to kick him for this…” Then she moved herself up and down, bouncing on his dick while rubbing as much of his cock as she could.
Slowly, the dick pumped itself awake under the two adventurers-turned-fairies efforts. The pleasure they gave his dick paled in comparison to the relentless assault the two nuts endured by Gwylla’s subordinates but it was enough to eventually produce a sizable erection.
“Well done, miss Despina! Now you need to find a way to make his spout shoot its milk. I’m counting on you!” Philine let go of the bulging cock, abandoning her full-bodied jerk-off session to float below the cock. Grabbing two handfuls, she held a secure grip on it.
“And how the hell am I supposed to do that? I don’t know how… I mean, I’ve never…” she stammered while still rubbing her tits and face against the purple, swollen head. This continued for another minute before the princess finally grew frustrated.
“Just frickin' cum!” she yelled and punched at the annoying penis. Her fists hit the string-like part in the middle, something that would be pointing down if his genitals weren’t upside-down due to Gwylla’s strange magic.
Jim’s cock twitched, and a bead of crystal-clear precum formed at the very tip. “Oh? So you liked that, huh? Well, there’s plenty more where that came from. Hayah!”
Despina punched the sensitive frenulum before her with newfound glee. Then she did it again. Each hit was rewarded with a twitch. “On second thought, maybe this isn’t so bad. I just wish I was beating up his balls instead! Hyyah!”
“Keep going, miss Despina, I think it’s working! I better get ready…”
Despite floating only about a metre away from them, Gwylla was oblivious to the girls’ plan. Rather, she was nearing her own release as she watched her subjects beat the living daylights out of the pair of testicles before her while her pussy was eagerly kissed, nibbled and licked. “Oh, yes, this is wonderful entertainment! Don’t you, aaah, think so, Jim? Hmmm, I think this is the beginning to a very *entertaining* hundred years. Oh, ohhh, fuuuck…” she breathed. Throwing one leg around the head of the fairy eating her out, she roughly pressed her pussy against the girl’s mouth. “Fuck, yes! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!”
Gwylla threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy.
At the same time, Jim’s cock quivered and exploded.
With a herculean effort, Philine fluttered and strained, lifting the massive penis and pitching it up high enough to point directly at the fairy-queen.
A torrent of hot, white spunk shot towards the orgasming fairy and smashed into her dead centre. The jet of cum swept her away before she even realized why everything was suddenly slimy, warm and white.
The cumshot splattered her against a tree at the other side of the clearing, splashing against it like a tidal wave. Several more shots followed, painting the tree and the grass and even some of its leaves white.
As the torrent died down, Gwylla was stuck to the tree like fly paper. On top of her, her paramour was stuck upside down, face glued to the fairy queen’s snatch and her ass right below Gwylla’s white coated face.
Immediately, the cloud of fairies relented Jim’s nuts, flying over to help their queen. With a happy squeal, Despina dove for the now abandoned nuts and started punching and kicking them.
“Your majesty, are you all right?”
“Don’t worry, we will free you!”
“Gosh, it’s so thick and sticky… I can’t get it off my hands!”
When Gwylla’s face was finally freed enough of jizz that she could see and speak again, her anger was immense. “How dare you do this to me… How dare you disrespect my hospitality like that? I was willing to offer you a deal, boy, and this is how you thank me?!”
Gwylla was so angry that her blue face turned purple. “This will have dire consequences! Most dire consequences! Our deal is off!” At that, Jim, Philine, Despina and even Morgana found themselves lying on the forest floor. The cat girl’s cage had disappeared as suddenly as Jim had been turned back into a human. “I curse you, adventurer Jim! I curse you with the most horrible curse to ever grace the face of this world!”
Morgana, having waited for her chance for a long time, was already on her feet. She slapped Philine on the back and started running. “Quick, follow me!”
The confused girl complied, grabbing Jim and Despina and carrying them under her arms. Then she started running after the cat girl.
“Grr, half of you, go after them! The other half, get this stinky cum off of me!” Gwylla cried.
Led by Morgana, they ran strange zig-zag patterns through the forest, turning at seemingly random points and at one point, were even running back the way they came.
“Do you know where you’re going or not?!” Despina yelled.
“Trust me, navigating this place is tricky! Going forward doesn’t always mean going where you’re heading!”
“What?” Philine asked, but the cat girl before her ignored the question. Instead, she started climbing a tree.
“Up here!”
Philine stood before it, thought for a moment, then shrugged and threw first Jim, then Despina up the tree. Then she clambered after them.
At the top of the tree was a lake, somehow. It didn’t even look like a tree crown, instead they were standing on a meadow similar to the one they had first arrived on, excepting the giant sky-blue lake before them.
When Philine approached, she saw it wasn’t just sky-blue. It *was* the sky.
“In here, quick!” Morgana called. Then she plunged into the empty sky spreading in front of them.
Philine hesitated. From behind her, Gwylla’s droning voice made them flinch as it seemed to resonate within not just their ears but their bones as well. “You will suffer, Jim, suffer the philosopher’s stones!”
Hundreds of tiny wing pairs fluttered behind them, and still pressing one hand to her ear, Philine tossed her friends into the strange lake and then jumped after them.
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*You might have noticed this chapter has a severe lack of illustrations. This is because either I or AI tools suck. Thank you.*
*But seriously, I could not get any pictures that at least somewhat fit Alfheimr. Sorry!*
