Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 72
Chapter 72 – content: >!general violence, rupture, castration, references penile fracture!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
Sickly white goop slowly slid along the corridor in small gutters, glowing in a pale light and dribbling towards some unknown destination. A destination Jim and his friends shared. “Philine? You can put me down now, it’s okay…”
“Are you sure? I’m sorry for making your big man-pouch hurt so bad, mister Jim.”
“It’s okay,” he repeated, biting his lip. In truth, the pulses of pain emanating from his left ball were maddening, but he could tell his magic was doing its job healing the hole punched through the nut. “I’ll manage. I'm more worried about Ina.”
The auf's breathing had become noticeably laboured, and her eyes were darting around, unfocused and erratic. She didn't even notice Jim address her until he gently touched her shoulder. “Huh, what?”
“You’re hurt, and you keep exerting yourself with your magic. It’s time to call it, Ina.”
“I’m fine,” she said dutifully. Each step forward seemed to demand her undivided attention. “It’s not over until the fat gentleman sings, right?”
Jim frowned. “Shouldn’t it be until the fat lady sings?”
“What? That doesn’t make any sense,” Despina said. “Have you never seen an opera? At the end, the rotund singer gets blasted in the nuts so he can hit the high notes, and then it’s over because men are so pathetic they can’t go on after you’ve hit those two ovals of pain.”
Jim’s frown turned stark but Leonia, Ina and even Philine all just nodded. “That’s where the expression comes from,” the former knight-captain said.
“A-anyway, you should teleport out. Can you make it somewhere safe from here? Hope’s Rest is close and people there seemed nice enough if yo-”
Ina put a finger on his lips, the tip of which accidentally slipped into his left nostril. “Shhh. I can’t go yet. Gotta at least get you to hell, right?” She clearly had trouble focusing on him, but there was a defiance in her eyes that shut him up. He just hoped he wouldn’t come to regret not sending her away.
He was roused from his stupor by the unmistakable sound of the strange, spiky door unlocking. The rhythmic knocking of boots on the stone floor and the unmistakable, sinister laugh of a goblin echoed throughout the hallway. Badri and the knights were behind them.
“Quick, let’s get going!” Despina urged.
But Leonia and Philine stopped, turned and threw their bags behind them. “Go on ahead, my lady. Philine and I will cover your back.”
“But Lea!”
“My lady, go! No more than two people fit side by side in this corridor anyway, and with my shield and the reach of Philine’s flail, we have the best chance at holding them off. Now go!”
Despina indecisively bounced on the ball of her foot, turning from her guard to Jim and back again. With a groan, she finally turned and ran after Jim and Ina. “You better finish this quick and catch up with me, you understand!”
“Of course, my lady!” With a reassuring smile, Leonia drew her shield and sword, resting the blade on top of the ward, ready to strike. She crouched to get more of her body behind her shield and waited.
Philine quickly went to hug her three companions and [handed Jim the little doll of Liriel she had made for the elf.](https://imgur.com/a/vePHEvm) “Just in case we don’t… in case I can’t give it to miss Liriel. I promised that I would cheer her up after all.” Philine looked lost in thought, then all of a sudden pushed Jim away, drew her weapon and shield and lined up next to Leonia. Behind them, Jim, Despina and Ina hurried away, saving their goodbyes for when they would see each other again.
“Do you think they’ll be alright?” Philine asked.
“I’m sure of it. My lady is strong, and so are Ina and Jim. They will not let themselves be beaten by any ordinary foe.”
“Good, good…” Philine threw a sideways glance at Leonia. “And us? Will we be alright?”
“… I hope so.”
Philine adjusted her grip on the heavy flail. “Me too.”
The dark footsteps drew closer and with it, they brought a terrible cackle. “Kekekeke! What have we here! Two holes waiting for getting fucked!” Lit eerily from below, the pale white light revealed Badri’s monkey-like visage, sporting a sleazy grin. “Don’t know that hole with the big titties, but will get to know. Get to know, *deeply*.” He slobbered the last word, sucking on his spit while he imagined what he would do to them.
“Badri! Come to let me finish what’s left of your stones, have you, little man? They glowed such fun colours when I beat them on our way to the unicorn. Let’s see how much I can make them swell this time before I break them in your sack.”
“Y-yeah! Bad goblin man!” Philine added.
He spat on the ground. “Holes talk big. But have no need to get close. I like cold holes just as much…” At a wave from his hand, two knights stepped out in front of him and knelt. In their arms, they carried crossbows. Behind them, two more knights took a standing position. They, too, readied their crossbows.
Leonia cursed under her breath. “Now what, genius… They’re at least thirty metres away. I’ll never close that distance before they turn me into a pin-cushion…” As if they had been waiting for her to mention it, the knights loosed their bolts, whistling through the air and striking Leonia’s shield right where two crosses had been made. The two knights that had fired immediately began reloading while their companions behind them raised their weapons.
“Uhm, miss Leonia?”
“And advancing slowly means they’ll just break down my shield, if I even manage to block all of their bolts… They have at least four crossbows, possibly more waiting in the back…”
“Miss Leonia!” Two more bolts whizzed towards the girls. This time, one of them found its target. While the first bolt struck the ceiling and shattered uselessly against it, the other found a way past Leonia’s shield and struck her thigh. She grunted in pain but gave no other recognition that she had been hit. The bolt had sunk deeply into her leg.
“Ngh, we don’t even know if the paladins have all been taken out by my lady, so there might be even more-”
“MISS LEONIA! THERE, ON THE RIGHT!”
[The wall just right of the crossbow-wielding knights had turned strange, as if someone had taken a picture of it and inverted the colours.](https://imgur.com/a/atPbP86) Then all of a sudden, the wall was gone, replaced by a blast of something unreal, a truant ray of something light-like that reached almost from the floor to the ceiling. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind a giant, gaping hole in the wall and the empty boots of two knights. Their crossbows clattered to the ground.
“W-what on Bythos…”
“WHAT HAPPEN? WHAT WAS MAKING HOLE? ALL SAID THESE TWO NOT HAVE MAGICS!” Badri screamed from somewhere in the throng of knights.
The patter of bare echoed out of the breach and before either the knights or Leonia and Philine could react, a figure jumped out of it and towards the ceiling. They pushed themselves off of the ceiling, zooming towards the knights. As the figure landed right in front of the group, slender, deft hands palpated a golden, jewel-encrusted triangle – but nothing happened.
“Tch, you only get one shot? Useless.” She kicked out a foot, spinning around one of the crossbows that a vanished knight had dropped. It pointed at the deleted knight’s comrades. With a flick of her surprisingly dexterous toes, the crossbow propelled the bolt it had loaded straight between the legs of a stunned knight. With a meaty rip, the bolt slammed into his left testicle and then carried on, pulling the nut along with such force that it was torn from the knight’s sack. It slammed into the groin of the man standing behind him, skewering his right nut as well. Embedded in the gonad, it finally stopped, vibrating so much that it liquified the contents of the twin orbs stuck on it, coating the ground with leaking nutbutter.
“YAAARGH!” Both men screamed in unison, falling to the ground and clutching at their intimate wounds.
The second knight, the last Leonia and Philine could see who was carrying a crossbow, seemed to be more quick-witted than his friends and raised the butt of his crossbow to strike at the figure. The attacker rolled through his legs, somehow leaving behind a thin wire loosely wrapped around the man’s scrotum. Some sort of hook sat on the wire, stopping the loop from coming loose again.
She jumped and rolled back over the knight’s shoulder, pulling the wire tight around his balls and then yanking the tied-up sack up and back from between his legs. He fell onto his face, lifted into the air by his own balls. The figure looped the wire around his neck and then left it there, both choking his neck and his nuts at the same time.
The figure threw back the hood of the tabard it was wearing, revealing short, black hair, dusky skin and a tall, lithe shape. “Effi…?” Philine asked no one in particular.
“Oh, hey there. Glad to see you two got in safel-”
“GET HER!”
“Woah, hey!” The lanky girl artistically flipped backwards, avoiding a sword coming for her neck by jumping into a handstand. Her tabard flipped over, revealing a small, shapely butt stuck in tight shorts. Effi pointed at the knight with an accusing toe. “What’s the big idea, mister?”
Philine and Leonia ran towards Effi, Philine wedging herself between the lanky woman and the wall. She held her shield out to block any more cheap shots from the knights. “Miss Effi, what are you doing here?”
“Yes, that’s what I’m wondering as well,” Leonia said with a hint of suspicion in her voice. “I was rather sure you were working for the enemy.”
Effi shrugged, which given that she was standing on her hands meant she tucked her legs in before straightening them again. “Don’t know what you mean. I was ordered here by Bruna,” Leonia readied her sword at the mention of the queen’s name, “but I was told to make sure you could get inside the monastery. Fudged that ledger, for example, when I noticed you trying to smuggle this ray of sunshine inside, hidden in a crate. If you mean, why am I helping you instead of making sure they get all of you… well, I worked for Bruna because she had more money than she knew what to do with, but obviously, *that* well has dried up now.”
“She ordered you to help us…?”
They were interrupted by a surprised gasp from one of the knights that had started to approach them. He seemed to be frozen mid-step, leg raised above a wooden plate decorated with runes. His eyes darted from the plate to Effi and back, panic starting to appear on his face.
“Huh, I guess that actually worked. So strange… Hey, can I borrow this for a second?” Effi said and pointed to Philine’s flail.
“Uhm, sure?” She handed the weapon to Effi, who switched to a one-handed handstand to grasp it.
“No, don’t- Ugh, you are too trusting, Philine…” Leonia said.
“I wonder if…” Effi muttered. Swinging her legs around, she bounced up and brought the flail rushing up with her. The heavy metal ball swung up with force, slamming between the knight’s legs. A wet *crack* erupted from his loins as the flail utterly crushed what had been a healthy pair of balls seconds before. The flail stayed where it had hit him, buried deep in the tissue of the knight’s gonads.
“Oooh, that must have hurt!” Effi remarked, letting go of the weapon - and the knight’s companions agreed. All of them involuntarily stopped at the sight, thrusting their hands between their legs in sympathy.
The ballbusted knight himself, however, seemed to be completely frozen. Only his eyes clenched shut in pain, only to open in relief moments later when the flail that had been stuck in his nuts, bounced back by itself in a perfect reversal of the path it had taken to the man’s genitals. Then the flail reversed, smashing into his balls again. The same gut-churning *crack* erupted from his testicles, and the knight was once more lost in agony. Then it seemed to repeat, again and again.
“Wooh, what a fun little doohickie.” She turned to Philine. “Hey, sorry about your flail. It seems I got it stuck in his balls.”
“That’s fine! I can fight with just a shield as well!”
“That’s the spirit. Well, lady knight? Am I good, or do you need me to swear an oath or something? Fair warning, I do *not* have any honour I could swear upon.”
“I still don’t understand why you’re helping us after we’ve managed to get inside the monastery.”
Effi shrugged, this time with her shoulders. “As far as I can tell, I’m out of a job again, what with the queen being deposed and driven to insanity by lust. Until I find a new one, I figured I might as well do what I want. And right now, I want to do something about the gender imbalance in here. Make a few men into girls, if you catch my drift.” She casually sauntered over to the hole she had blasted into the wall, where she began raising a leg straight up to stretch it. Her foot hovered over her head.
Leonia closed her eyes for a moment. Her hand grasped the bolt in her leg and broke it off. It would only hinder her in the fight. She nodded. “Very well, that will be enough for me. Let’s crack some eggs.”
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Black stone steps led down to a circular dais. The white goop from the hallway flowed alongside it, towards a dark, yawning pit in the middle. [Huddled around it were three figures.](https://imgur.com/a/k8bnSBf) On the right was the prioress, on the left sir William. In the middle stood a titan of a woman. The top of William’s head only reached up to her clavicle. Pure white horns elegantly framed her face, almost like a nun’s cornette. White leather straps provided meagre cover of her shame, and underneath her pale grey skin, tight muscles rippled and made her firm, teardrop-shaped breasts quake. Dark and terrible she stood, and only after a full three seconds did Jim notice that she was yawning.
“Ah… aaah! Goodness, took you long enough to get here. Fashionably late, I suppose. Well, if you’re here, that means Raum went and got herself whacked, didn’t she? That bitch always thought too highly of herself!” She idly tapped her lower lip. “Wah, so that’s the Eye and the Desire of the seven ravens that went and got themselves offed by you lot, that’s not good... The other demons are totally gonna make fun of us!” She reached for the tip of her right horn, twirling her finger around it as if she was playing with a lock of hair. “Well, not that I care. Caring’s so tiresome.”
Jim, Despina and Ina slowly approached, drawing their weapons. But when Despina started to channel mana, William walked out in front of the demoness, drawing his sword. “Halt. You will go no further.”
“Who are you, foul beast?” Jim asked.
“Watch your tongue, worthless worm!” the prioress screeched. The demon put her hand under the woman’s chin and lifted her face to see her in the eyes.
“Hey, now, no need to wrinkle that pretty little face with anger, right? You look so much cuter when you smile.”
“Yes, Mother Superior.”
A small gasp escaped Ina. “*You’re* the Mother Superior of the Valesian Order? A demon?”
The infernal creature chuckled, her ample assets rippling. “Hahaha, you have to admit, it’s really funny. A demon heading the little sisterhood of Norea bootlickers? Come on, instant classic. Court jesters wouldn’t be able to top that one.” She took her hand off the prioress’s chin and mimed tipping a hat towards them. “May I introduce myself? I am the dream of the seven ravens, she who dazes and dulls the minds of even scholars. Or, if you want the short version: I am Aamon. Been playing the part of Mother Superior for thirty-three years now. Nice to meet you and all that.”
“You were waiting here for us,” Jim stated.
“Yeah, but I was *really* hoping I wasn’t needed.” The demoness stuck her little finger in her ear and started digging. “We just need you, boy, so Raum wanted to intercept you. But now you’re here, and she’s not, so I guess *I* have to bring you to empress Lilith. So annoying.”
“You will heed my mistress’s word or I will hack off your limbs and throw you into hell myself.” William stared at Jim, though every so often he would glance at Despina with a sneer on his face.
“You!” the redhead spat, “you will taste my wrath! It is time you face your punishment for your betrayal against the crown and for what you have done to my mother!”
A dismissive smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “It is the same I will do to you. You will squeal like your whore mother underneath me.”
“The only one squealing will be you,” Ina said and lifted her hand.
With a crack as if lightning had just struck, the demoness kicked off the ground so hard, it cracked. She was a grey blur and an instant later, she appeared in front of Ina. Her claws reached for the auf’s heart. Only Jim barely bringing his sword in front of Ina stopped the demoness from ripping her heart out. Claw and sword stopped each other, but Jim had to put all of his strength into it, while the demoness just looked a bit bored. Aamon was incredibly strong, easily holding Jim back with barely any effort. Sparks started to fly from where her claws scratched against the moonsilver.
“You’d better not let me out of your sight, little girl. Your life is so quickly forfeit, don’t you think?” With her free hand, she threw a hard uppercut into Jim’s nuts, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying back. His balls buckled around her knuckles, and in the case of his left nut, cracked around the hole punched through it. Spiderweb-like fissures sprang up around the hole and carpeted the testicle. He crashed into Ina and they both hit the wall.
With a yell, a hail storm of iron weights slammed into the demoness’s side, something she registered with barely a noise. Her hand shot out and grabbed Despina by the throat. “The peanut gallery is supposed to be quiet during the important scenes.” Aamon raised her claw, ready to strike. Despina scratched at the demoness’s hand, but her grip was vice-like. Her throat was seized so tightly, she couldn’t even speak any words. Her most powerful weapon, her magic, was inaccessible to her.
“Mistress! Please, allow me to finish off this one!” William begged.
The grey-skinned demon rolled her eyes. “Really, you’re that hung up on some kind of revenge against the girl? Just fuck her corpse or something.” William just stared at her, face contorting in barely repressed anger and desperation. “Fine, I can’t bear to see cute guys cry… at least not unless I’m the reason…”
His relief was apparent. “Thank you, mistress.” She carelessly threw Despina towards him as if she was tossing him a doll.
“Now then, what about the boy and his wondrous, gigantic balls…” The tall, muscular demoness walked towards the pile of bodies near the wall, the claws on her feet dragging over the stone like nails on a blackboard. The prioress fell into step beside her, visibly flustered.
“Please, mistress, be careful! If this worm truly is responsible for the defeat of your sisters…”
“Aww, you care that much about me? What a good little lackey you are.” Aamon seized the prioress by the throat much like she had Despina before. But instead of getting ready to kill her, she opened her mouth and brought the prioress to her face. A wet, black tongue plunged into the prioress’s throat, wiggling. When she removed it, she left a stain of dark saliva on her cheek. Aamon gave one of her breasts a squeeze, then released her.
The prioress staggered, cheeks flush. “M-mistress, I…”
“Alright, don’t wet your panties. Just leave him to me. Oi, boy, you still with us? I hope I didn’t break a thing or two accidentally,” the demon snickered.
Ina was bent over Jim, rubbing his back. A thin stream of blood ran from the corner of her mouth, but she still was more concerned about Jim. “Please, Jim, you have to get up, you have to fight! Ignore the pain between your legs!”
He wheezed like a bellows, clutching his abused nuts. Aamon’s punch had pinned the two fat ovals to his pelvis, crushing them down to thin pucks. One nut was now heavily swollen, while the other was almost shattered.
“Please, come on, get up… H-here, this should help…” Inacea slipped her hand into his pants and gingerly grabbed the tip of his dick. It was so thick, she couldn’t even get her dainty hand to fit around it. She gently pumped her hand up and down a few times, working some life back into his cock. Slowly, the massive member began to awaken.
“Hah? What is she doing?” Aamon asked.
“I-it seems that the girl is massaging his penis… or jerking him off, as some would call it.”
“Aw, she must be looking to give him one last chance to cum before empress Lilith crushes his balls, that’s so sweet!”
Ina masturbated him with intense focus. “Please, you need to stop whining about your balls smarting a bit, we need your help!” she said, accompanied by rhythmic, lewd *fwip fwip* noises. “Big boys don’t cry about getting hit in their special place, right? So get up and fight!” He had grown completely hard in her hand, his cock protruding from his pants like a fleshy, dripping lance.
“Ina… M-my balls… t-take them away…”
She paused jerking him off. “Uh, are you… are you sure? I think Despina would be the better choice for tha- Oh! You mean with… right!”
With a twist, two plump nuts appeared in her hand, throbbing and, for one of them, oozing nutbutter, but Ina didn’t seem to mind. She quickly put that one in her bag.
His breath hitched, then slowly he pushed himself off the ground. His sword had fallen right beside him and he picked it up, raising the silvery weapon to point at the demoness.
“Yes! There you go, Jim!” Ina said and clenched her fist in excitement. “Oops, sorry!” She quickly stuffed the other nut down her pants.
“Hoh, you can still fight?” Aamon taunted. “And with an erect lance sticking out of your pants, scary! I better watch out that my hand doesn’t slip and I cut that splendid cock off.”
“I won’t let you,” he gasped. Jim risked a glance towards Despina. She must have been hurt when the demoness tossed her away. Blood was seeping out of a wound on her left arm, and she grasped her elbow with a grimace.
Sir William was walking towards her, sword already drawn. The tip of his sword dragged over the stone, screeching incessantly with a high whine. The man’s lazy posture belied his strength, he held his weapon perfectly still, cutting a deep grove into the solid stone.
“Ina, support Despina! I’ll be OK!” Jim said.
“Not yet!” She flicked her wrist and produced the completely black, beating heart of the demoness. “Quick, end her!” The auf threw the heart towards Jim. Her, Jim, Aamon and the prioress all followed the organ with their eyes as it sailed through the air.
“Mistress!” the prioress yelled in panic.
Jim turned and slashed at the black heart with all his might. A sound as if he had struck a bell rang out.
“Ngh, that is rather annoying, I’ll tell you that much. Dear, if you would be so kind, occupy the changeling for a bit, yeah?”
“M-mistress, how…”
With a heavy *thunk*, the heart hit the floor. Rather than black as night, it was now covered in a silvery sheen. They could see a small groove was cut across it, then it disappeared back into Aamon’s chest.
“I normally don’t like using metal affinity for anything but the most basic tasks, it’s so… crass.” Aamon raised her hand and twirled her fingers. Light caught on the metallic claws, making them glare dangerously. “But I can’t deny that it comes in quite handy in some cases. Now, where did you get a moonsilver sword, I wonder? Bah, the empress will pull it from your broken mind. It doesn’t matter. Now, dear, the changeling?”
“Of course!”
“Ina!” Jim cried. He turned to the girl, but something in the corner of his vision made him hesitate. Just in time, he blocked another lightning-fast attack from Aamon. Instead of her claws, she had transformed her entire right arm to metal. It struck Jim’s sword with breathtaking force.
“You stay right here with me, boy!” the demoness said.
Next to them, the prioress reached Ina, a knife in her hand. Her wounds and tiredness caught up to the auf and she stumbled back, tripping over herself. The knife missed her eye by mere millimetres. Only then did she flick her wrist, the prioress’ knife appearing in her own hand. But within seconds, the prioress had drawn another knife from her belt. Ina tried to twist out of the way, but the blade plunged into her shoulder. She cried out in pain.
“Ina!” Jim pushed back against the demoness but this infernal beast was so incredibly strong. It took all he had just to keep her from pushing him to the ground.
“Ah-ah-aah, no running away now! You belong to me, boy. Now tell me, how did you manage to take down my sister Raum, huh?” Her free hand reached for his hard cock. Jim tried to pull it away from her grasp but immediately, Aamon’s sword-arm pushed him down further, the blade now so close he could see even the hairs on her arm had turned to metal. He simply couldn’t focus on pushing her back and not letting her grab his dick.
The demoness’ claws closed around his cock, squeezing it tightly just below the head. “Was it this ol’ thing? She was always fond of dicks, that one. A bit of a slut, if you ask me. You should have seen the boys she took down to hell with her. She stuffed their nuts in a vice and then bounced on their cocks, hitting their balls with her big butt. She would quite literally fuck their nuts away, and her boys were always stuck in some weird state between carnal pleasure and intense agony. Me, I’m much too lazy for that.” Her claws squeezed down, painfully digging into his cock.
The pain she inflicted on his cock was noticeable but thankfully, not as debilitating as the nutcrunching punches Raum had inflicted on his balls. But he was still at a loss for what to do. Aamon’s strength was overwhelming, and it took all of his upper body strength to keep her at bay. Meanwhile, Ina was getting attacked, and he didn’t even know how Despina fared against William.
He had to do *something*. And right now, the only way to get Aamon to back away was… Shame made his ears glow, but he thrust his hips forward all the same, fucking the claws that had a tight grip on his shaft.
“What are you…? You’re a horny bugger, aren’t you? About to face the end and all you can think about is getting that handie your friend started. Well, as long as I don’t have to move. Then, why don’t I tell you about my ways to make boys pop down there? Let’s see if you can make yourself cream imagining that, hahaha… You see, I prefer to make balls dangle. They just look so weak, so defenceless when they’re just swinging there, you know? Sometimes I’ll have boys roast their nuts above a fire. They swing their hips back and forth, just like you do right now, trying to get their sack away from the heat. But it never works, they always come swinging back and slowly, their balls get roasted in the sack. Until they *beg* me to crush them. *'Please, mistress Aamon, please destroy my nuts, cut them off, pop them in your hand, just make them stop hurting!’* I let them beg for a while, then I squish them one by one. And when they grow back, we do it all over again. I always look forward to seeing if they can last longer, knowing their nut pain won’t end.”
Jim fucked the demoness’ hand relentlessly, but Aamon’s tale delayed any release that might approach. He kept stubbornly looking at her demonic tits, soft globes that looked so caring, so soft on the infernal creature as he thrust his dick in and out of her hand. It helped and precum began to pool at his tip, slickening the one-sided handjob.
“But that’s not my favourite way. Have you met a knight of hell? Nasty critters. Think of them like rabid dogs, but much uglier. Well, you’ll see them eventually. The point is, they go *crazy* for balls. So I just force the boys to squat over a hole with knights. Eventually, they get tired, their balls drop through the hole… and a pack of feral nut crushing little demons descend upon their sack. They tear his nuts apart with such ferocity, it’s so fun to watch.”
His thrusts were getting faster and faster, the motion sending a jiggle through her body. It made her tits bounce up and down, and occasionally, a dark nipple peeked out from beneath the straps. His breathing quickened and Aamon giggled.
“I can see why Raum was so desperate to fuck you. Just look at you, shaking your hips like a horny monkey. Tell you what, I will count down and if you manage to cum before I hit zero, I won’t even rip your dick off. Sounds good, right? Now hurry up, you want to keep that magnificent dick after all, right? Five.”
His eyebrows shot up and he stopped thrusting. She couldn’t be serious, right?
“Four.” Her hand clenched his dick a little bit tighter. No, she definitely was. The only demon that had ever expressed any interest in his penis was Raum. Lilith just wanted to pop his nuts.
“Three.” Panicking, Jim began shoving his cock in and out of Aamon’s hand faster than before. He needed to cum!
“Two. There you go, fuck that hand-pussy like you mean it.”
A smile curled her full, black lips. “One,” she said, and her voice was almost sickly sweet. He closed his eyes. This was it, he needed to cum! He needed to-
A cry from Inacea broke his focus, reminding him of the danger his friends were in. Then, Aamon’s hand clenched tight around his cock. “Aww, too bad! You know what they say, use it or lose it.” All of a sudden, the pressure on his dick increased tenfold. “I think I’ll crush it before ripping it off. Much more fun this way.”
“Ngh,” Jim grunted. He tried to push his dick through the vice-like grip of the demoness, trying to get just a little bit more friction to stimulate his cock. He ground his teeth together and pushed just a little bit further. His cock was already turning blue in Aamon’s hand. Then his tip kissed her navel and that was the push he needed.
Hot, white cum erupted from his cock, splashing over the infernal girl, covering her stomach, her tits and even splashing up to her face. Smoke hissed from where the cum touched her and Aamon let go of his cock, screeching and desperately wiping away at the thick glazing she had just received. “Aaaah! What the hells is this stuff!”
Drooling from his orgasm, Jim still managed to jump at Aamon and raise his sword.
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Sickly white goop slowly slid along the corridor in small gutters, glowing in a pale light and dribbling towards some unknown destination. A destination Jim and his friends shared. “Philine? You can put me down now, it’s okay…”
“Are you sure? I’m sorry for making your big man-pouch hurt so bad, mister Jim.”
“It’s okay,” he repeated, biting his lip. In truth, the pulses of pain emanating from his left ball were maddening, but he could tell his magic was doing its job healing the hole punched through the nut. “I’ll manage. I'm more worried about Ina.”
The auf's breathing had become noticeably laboured, and her eyes were darting around, unfocused and erratic. She didn't even notice Jim address her until he gently touched her shoulder. “Huh, what?”
“You’re hurt, and you keep exerting yourself with your magic. It’s time to call it, Ina.”
“I’m fine,” she said dutifully. Each step forward seemed to demand her undivided attention. “It’s not over until the fat gentleman sings, right?”
Jim frowned. “Shouldn’t it be until the fat lady sings?”
“What? That doesn’t make any sense,” Despina said. “Have you never seen an opera? At the end, the rotund singer gets blasted in the nuts so he can hit the high notes, and then it’s over because men are so pathetic they can’t go on after you’ve hit those two ovals of pain.”
Jim’s frown turned stark but Leonia, Ina and even Philine all just nodded. “That’s where the expression comes from,” the former knight-captain said.
“A-anyway, you should teleport out. Can you make it somewhere safe from here? Hope’s Rest is close and people there seemed nice enough if yo-”
Ina put a finger on his lips, the tip of which accidentally slipped into his left nostril. “Shhh. I can’t go yet. Gotta at least get you to hell, right?” She clearly had trouble focusing on him, but there was a defiance in her eyes that shut him up. He just hoped he wouldn’t come to regret not sending her away.
He was roused from his stupor by the unmistakable sound of the strange, spiky door unlocking. The rhythmic knocking of boots on the stone floor and the unmistakable, sinister laugh of a goblin echoed throughout the hallway. Badri and the knights were behind them.
“Quick, let’s get going!” Despina urged.
But Leonia and Philine stopped, turned and threw their bags behind them. “Go on ahead, my lady. Philine and I will cover your back.”
“But Lea!”
“My lady, go! No more than two people fit side by side in this corridor anyway, and with my shield and the reach of Philine’s flail, we have the best chance at holding them off. Now go!”
Despina indecisively bounced on the ball of her foot, turning from her guard to Jim and back again. With a groan, she finally turned and ran after Jim and Ina. “You better finish this quick and catch up with me, you understand!”
“Of course, my lady!” With a reassuring smile, Leonia drew her shield and sword, resting the blade on top of the ward, ready to strike. She crouched to get more of her body behind her shield and waited.
Philine quickly went to hug her three companions and [handed Jim the little doll of Liriel she had made for the elf.](https://imgur.com/a/vePHEvm) “Just in case we don’t… in case I can’t give it to miss Liriel. I promised that I would cheer her up after all.” Philine looked lost in thought, then all of a sudden pushed Jim away, drew her weapon and shield and lined up next to Leonia. Behind them, Jim, Despina and Ina hurried away, saving their goodbyes for when they would see each other again.
“Do you think they’ll be alright?” Philine asked.
“I’m sure of it. My lady is strong, and so are Ina and Jim. They will not let themselves be beaten by any ordinary foe.”
“Good, good…” Philine threw a sideways glance at Leonia. “And us? Will we be alright?”
“… I hope so.”
Philine adjusted her grip on the heavy flail. “Me too.”
The dark footsteps drew closer and with it, they brought a terrible cackle. “Kekekeke! What have we here! Two holes waiting for getting fucked!” Lit eerily from below, the pale white light revealed Badri’s monkey-like visage, sporting a sleazy grin. “Don’t know that hole with the big titties, but will get to know. Get to know, *deeply*.” He slobbered the last word, sucking on his spit while he imagined what he would do to them.
“Badri! Come to let me finish what’s left of your stones, have you, little man? They glowed such fun colours when I beat them on our way to the unicorn. Let’s see how much I can make them swell this time before I break them in your sack.”
“Y-yeah! Bad goblin man!” Philine added.
He spat on the ground. “Holes talk big. But have no need to get close. I like cold holes just as much…” At a wave from his hand, two knights stepped out in front of him and knelt. In their arms, they carried crossbows. Behind them, two more knights took a standing position. They, too, readied their crossbows.
Leonia cursed under her breath. “Now what, genius… They’re at least thirty metres away. I’ll never close that distance before they turn me into a pin-cushion…” As if they had been waiting for her to mention it, the knights loosed their bolts, whistling through the air and striking Leonia’s shield right where two crosses had been made. The two knights that had fired immediately began reloading while their companions behind them raised their weapons.
“Uhm, miss Leonia?”
“And advancing slowly means they’ll just break down my shield, if I even manage to block all of their bolts… They have at least four crossbows, possibly more waiting in the back…”
“Miss Leonia!” Two more bolts whizzed towards the girls. This time, one of them found its target. While the first bolt struck the ceiling and shattered uselessly against it, the other found a way past Leonia’s shield and struck her thigh. She grunted in pain but gave no other recognition that she had been hit. The bolt had sunk deeply into her leg.
“Ngh, we don’t even know if the paladins have all been taken out by my lady, so there might be even more-”
“MISS LEONIA! THERE, ON THE RIGHT!”
[The wall just right of the crossbow-wielding knights had turned strange, as if someone had taken a picture of it and inverted the colours.](https://imgur.com/a/atPbP86) Then all of a sudden, the wall was gone, replaced by a blast of something unreal, a truant ray of something light-like that reached almost from the floor to the ceiling. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind a giant, gaping hole in the wall and the empty boots of two knights. Their crossbows clattered to the ground.
“W-what on Bythos…”
“WHAT HAPPEN? WHAT WAS MAKING HOLE? ALL SAID THESE TWO NOT HAVE MAGICS!” Badri screamed from somewhere in the throng of knights.
The patter of bare echoed out of the breach and before either the knights or Leonia and Philine could react, a figure jumped out of it and towards the ceiling. They pushed themselves off of the ceiling, zooming towards the knights. As the figure landed right in front of the group, slender, deft hands palpated a golden, jewel-encrusted triangle – but nothing happened.
“Tch, you only get one shot? Useless.” She kicked out a foot, spinning around one of the crossbows that a vanished knight had dropped. It pointed at the deleted knight’s comrades. With a flick of her surprisingly dexterous toes, the crossbow propelled the bolt it had loaded straight between the legs of a stunned knight. With a meaty rip, the bolt slammed into his left testicle and then carried on, pulling the nut along with such force that it was torn from the knight’s sack. It slammed into the groin of the man standing behind him, skewering his right nut as well. Embedded in the gonad, it finally stopped, vibrating so much that it liquified the contents of the twin orbs stuck on it, coating the ground with leaking nutbutter.
“YAAARGH!” Both men screamed in unison, falling to the ground and clutching at their intimate wounds.
The second knight, the last Leonia and Philine could see who was carrying a crossbow, seemed to be more quick-witted than his friends and raised the butt of his crossbow to strike at the figure. The attacker rolled through his legs, somehow leaving behind a thin wire loosely wrapped around the man’s scrotum. Some sort of hook sat on the wire, stopping the loop from coming loose again.
She jumped and rolled back over the knight’s shoulder, pulling the wire tight around his balls and then yanking the tied-up sack up and back from between his legs. He fell onto his face, lifted into the air by his own balls. The figure looped the wire around his neck and then left it there, both choking his neck and his nuts at the same time.
The figure threw back the hood of the tabard it was wearing, revealing short, black hair, dusky skin and a tall, lithe shape. “Effi…?” Philine asked no one in particular.
“Oh, hey there. Glad to see you two got in safel-”
“GET HER!”
“Woah, hey!” The lanky girl artistically flipped backwards, avoiding a sword coming for her neck by jumping into a handstand. Her tabard flipped over, revealing a small, shapely butt stuck in tight shorts. Effi pointed at the knight with an accusing toe. “What’s the big idea, mister?”
Philine and Leonia ran towards Effi, Philine wedging herself between the lanky woman and the wall. She held her shield out to block any more cheap shots from the knights. “Miss Effi, what are you doing here?”
“Yes, that’s what I’m wondering as well,” Leonia said with a hint of suspicion in her voice. “I was rather sure you were working for the enemy.”
Effi shrugged, which given that she was standing on her hands meant she tucked her legs in before straightening them again. “Don’t know what you mean. I was ordered here by Bruna,” Leonia readied her sword at the mention of the queen’s name, “but I was told to make sure you could get inside the monastery. Fudged that ledger, for example, when I noticed you trying to smuggle this ray of sunshine inside, hidden in a crate. If you mean, why am I helping you instead of making sure they get all of you… well, I worked for Bruna because she had more money than she knew what to do with, but obviously, *that* well has dried up now.”
“She ordered you to help us…?”
They were interrupted by a surprised gasp from one of the knights that had started to approach them. He seemed to be frozen mid-step, leg raised above a wooden plate decorated with runes. His eyes darted from the plate to Effi and back, panic starting to appear on his face.
“Huh, I guess that actually worked. So strange… Hey, can I borrow this for a second?” Effi said and pointed to Philine’s flail.
“Uhm, sure?” She handed the weapon to Effi, who switched to a one-handed handstand to grasp it.
“No, don’t- Ugh, you are too trusting, Philine…” Leonia said.
“I wonder if…” Effi muttered. Swinging her legs around, she bounced up and brought the flail rushing up with her. The heavy metal ball swung up with force, slamming between the knight’s legs. A wet *crack* erupted from his loins as the flail utterly crushed what had been a healthy pair of balls seconds before. The flail stayed where it had hit him, buried deep in the tissue of the knight’s gonads.
“Oooh, that must have hurt!” Effi remarked, letting go of the weapon - and the knight’s companions agreed. All of them involuntarily stopped at the sight, thrusting their hands between their legs in sympathy.
The ballbusted knight himself, however, seemed to be completely frozen. Only his eyes clenched shut in pain, only to open in relief moments later when the flail that had been stuck in his nuts, bounced back by itself in a perfect reversal of the path it had taken to the man’s genitals. Then the flail reversed, smashing into his balls again. The same gut-churning *crack* erupted from his testicles, and the knight was once more lost in agony. Then it seemed to repeat, again and again.
“Wooh, what a fun little doohickie.” She turned to Philine. “Hey, sorry about your flail. It seems I got it stuck in his balls.”
“That’s fine! I can fight with just a shield as well!”
“That’s the spirit. Well, lady knight? Am I good, or do you need me to swear an oath or something? Fair warning, I do *not* have any honour I could swear upon.”
“I still don’t understand why you’re helping us after we’ve managed to get inside the monastery.”
Effi shrugged, this time with her shoulders. “As far as I can tell, I’m out of a job again, what with the queen being deposed and driven to insanity by lust. Until I find a new one, I figured I might as well do what I want. And right now, I want to do something about the gender imbalance in here. Make a few men into girls, if you catch my drift.” She casually sauntered over to the hole she had blasted into the wall, where she began raising a leg straight up to stretch it. Her foot hovered over her head.
Leonia closed her eyes for a moment. Her hand grasped the bolt in her leg and broke it off. It would only hinder her in the fight. She nodded. “Very well, that will be enough for me. Let’s crack some eggs.”
---
Black stone steps led down to a circular dais. The white goop from the hallway flowed alongside it, towards a dark, yawning pit in the middle. [Huddled around it were three figures.](https://imgur.com/a/k8bnSBf) On the right was the prioress, on the left sir William. In the middle stood a titan of a woman. The top of William’s head only reached up to her clavicle. Pure white horns elegantly framed her face, almost like a nun’s cornette. White leather straps provided meagre cover of her shame, and underneath her pale grey skin, tight muscles rippled and made her firm, teardrop-shaped breasts quake. Dark and terrible she stood, and only after a full three seconds did Jim notice that she was yawning.
“Ah… aaah! Goodness, took you long enough to get here. Fashionably late, I suppose. Well, if you’re here, that means Raum went and got herself whacked, didn’t she? That bitch always thought too highly of herself!” She idly tapped her lower lip. “Wah, so that’s the Eye and the Desire of the seven ravens that went and got themselves offed by you lot, that’s not good... The other demons are totally gonna make fun of us!” She reached for the tip of her right horn, twirling her finger around it as if she was playing with a lock of hair. “Well, not that I care. Caring’s so tiresome.”
Jim, Despina and Ina slowly approached, drawing their weapons. But when Despina started to channel mana, William walked out in front of the demoness, drawing his sword. “Halt. You will go no further.”
“Who are you, foul beast?” Jim asked.
“Watch your tongue, worthless worm!” the prioress screeched. The demon put her hand under the woman’s chin and lifted her face to see her in the eyes.
“Hey, now, no need to wrinkle that pretty little face with anger, right? You look so much cuter when you smile.”
“Yes, Mother Superior.”
A small gasp escaped Ina. “*You’re* the Mother Superior of the Valesian Order? A demon?”
The infernal creature chuckled, her ample assets rippling. “Hahaha, you have to admit, it’s really funny. A demon heading the little sisterhood of Norea bootlickers? Come on, instant classic. Court jesters wouldn’t be able to top that one.” She took her hand off the prioress’s chin and mimed tipping a hat towards them. “May I introduce myself? I am the dream of the seven ravens, she who dazes and dulls the minds of even scholars. Or, if you want the short version: I am Aamon. Been playing the part of Mother Superior for thirty-three years now. Nice to meet you and all that.”
“You were waiting here for us,” Jim stated.
“Yeah, but I was *really* hoping I wasn’t needed.” The demoness stuck her little finger in her ear and started digging. “We just need you, boy, so Raum wanted to intercept you. But now you’re here, and she’s not, so I guess *I* have to bring you to empress Lilith. So annoying.”
“You will heed my mistress’s word or I will hack off your limbs and throw you into hell myself.” William stared at Jim, though every so often he would glance at Despina with a sneer on his face.
“You!” the redhead spat, “you will taste my wrath! It is time you face your punishment for your betrayal against the crown and for what you have done to my mother!”
A dismissive smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “It is the same I will do to you. You will squeal like your whore mother underneath me.”
“The only one squealing will be you,” Ina said and lifted her hand.
With a crack as if lightning had just struck, the demoness kicked off the ground so hard, it cracked. She was a grey blur and an instant later, she appeared in front of Ina. Her claws reached for the auf’s heart. Only Jim barely bringing his sword in front of Ina stopped the demoness from ripping her heart out. Claw and sword stopped each other, but Jim had to put all of his strength into it, while the demoness just looked a bit bored. Aamon was incredibly strong, easily holding Jim back with barely any effort. Sparks started to fly from where her claws scratched against the moonsilver.
“You’d better not let me out of your sight, little girl. Your life is so quickly forfeit, don’t you think?” With her free hand, she threw a hard uppercut into Jim’s nuts, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying back. His balls buckled around her knuckles, and in the case of his left nut, cracked around the hole punched through it. Spiderweb-like fissures sprang up around the hole and carpeted the testicle. He crashed into Ina and they both hit the wall.
With a yell, a hail storm of iron weights slammed into the demoness’s side, something she registered with barely a noise. Her hand shot out and grabbed Despina by the throat. “The peanut gallery is supposed to be quiet during the important scenes.” Aamon raised her claw, ready to strike. Despina scratched at the demoness’s hand, but her grip was vice-like. Her throat was seized so tightly, she couldn’t even speak any words. Her most powerful weapon, her magic, was inaccessible to her.
“Mistress! Please, allow me to finish off this one!” William begged.
The grey-skinned demon rolled her eyes. “Really, you’re that hung up on some kind of revenge against the girl? Just fuck her corpse or something.” William just stared at her, face contorting in barely repressed anger and desperation. “Fine, I can’t bear to see cute guys cry… at least not unless I’m the reason…”
His relief was apparent. “Thank you, mistress.” She carelessly threw Despina towards him as if she was tossing him a doll.
“Now then, what about the boy and his wondrous, gigantic balls…” The tall, muscular demoness walked towards the pile of bodies near the wall, the claws on her feet dragging over the stone like nails on a blackboard. The prioress fell into step beside her, visibly flustered.
“Please, mistress, be careful! If this worm truly is responsible for the defeat of your sisters…”
“Aww, you care that much about me? What a good little lackey you are.” Aamon seized the prioress by the throat much like she had Despina before. But instead of getting ready to kill her, she opened her mouth and brought the prioress to her face. A wet, black tongue plunged into the prioress’s throat, wiggling. When she removed it, she left a stain of dark saliva on her cheek. Aamon gave one of her breasts a squeeze, then released her.
The prioress staggered, cheeks flush. “M-mistress, I…”
“Alright, don’t wet your panties. Just leave him to me. Oi, boy, you still with us? I hope I didn’t break a thing or two accidentally,” the demon snickered.
Ina was bent over Jim, rubbing his back. A thin stream of blood ran from the corner of her mouth, but she still was more concerned about Jim. “Please, Jim, you have to get up, you have to fight! Ignore the pain between your legs!”
He wheezed like a bellows, clutching his abused nuts. Aamon’s punch had pinned the two fat ovals to his pelvis, crushing them down to thin pucks. One nut was now heavily swollen, while the other was almost shattered.
“Please, come on, get up… H-here, this should help…” Inacea slipped her hand into his pants and gingerly grabbed the tip of his dick. It was so thick, she couldn’t even get her dainty hand to fit around it. She gently pumped her hand up and down a few times, working some life back into his cock. Slowly, the massive member began to awaken.
“Hah? What is she doing?” Aamon asked.
“I-it seems that the girl is massaging his penis… or jerking him off, as some would call it.”
“Aw, she must be looking to give him one last chance to cum before empress Lilith crushes his balls, that’s so sweet!”
Ina masturbated him with intense focus. “Please, you need to stop whining about your balls smarting a bit, we need your help!” she said, accompanied by rhythmic, lewd *fwip fwip* noises. “Big boys don’t cry about getting hit in their special place, right? So get up and fight!” He had grown completely hard in her hand, his cock protruding from his pants like a fleshy, dripping lance.
“Ina… M-my balls… t-take them away…”
She paused jerking him off. “Uh, are you… are you sure? I think Despina would be the better choice for tha- Oh! You mean with… right!”
With a twist, two plump nuts appeared in her hand, throbbing and, for one of them, oozing nutbutter, but Ina didn’t seem to mind. She quickly put that one in her bag.
His breath hitched, then slowly he pushed himself off the ground. His sword had fallen right beside him and he picked it up, raising the silvery weapon to point at the demoness.
“Yes! There you go, Jim!” Ina said and clenched her fist in excitement. “Oops, sorry!” She quickly stuffed the other nut down her pants.
“Hoh, you can still fight?” Aamon taunted. “And with an erect lance sticking out of your pants, scary! I better watch out that my hand doesn’t slip and I cut that splendid cock off.”
“I won’t let you,” he gasped. Jim risked a glance towards Despina. She must have been hurt when the demoness tossed her away. Blood was seeping out of a wound on her left arm, and she grasped her elbow with a grimace.
Sir William was walking towards her, sword already drawn. The tip of his sword dragged over the stone, screeching incessantly with a high whine. The man’s lazy posture belied his strength, he held his weapon perfectly still, cutting a deep grove into the solid stone.
“Ina, support Despina! I’ll be OK!” Jim said.
“Not yet!” She flicked her wrist and produced the completely black, beating heart of the demoness. “Quick, end her!” The auf threw the heart towards Jim. Her, Jim, Aamon and the prioress all followed the organ with their eyes as it sailed through the air.
“Mistress!” the prioress yelled in panic.
Jim turned and slashed at the black heart with all his might. A sound as if he had struck a bell rang out.
“Ngh, that is rather annoying, I’ll tell you that much. Dear, if you would be so kind, occupy the changeling for a bit, yeah?”
“M-mistress, how…”
With a heavy *thunk*, the heart hit the floor. Rather than black as night, it was now covered in a silvery sheen. They could see a small groove was cut across it, then it disappeared back into Aamon’s chest.
“I normally don’t like using metal affinity for anything but the most basic tasks, it’s so… crass.” Aamon raised her hand and twirled her fingers. Light caught on the metallic claws, making them glare dangerously. “But I can’t deny that it comes in quite handy in some cases. Now, where did you get a moonsilver sword, I wonder? Bah, the empress will pull it from your broken mind. It doesn’t matter. Now, dear, the changeling?”
“Of course!”
“Ina!” Jim cried. He turned to the girl, but something in the corner of his vision made him hesitate. Just in time, he blocked another lightning-fast attack from Aamon. Instead of her claws, she had transformed her entire right arm to metal. It struck Jim’s sword with breathtaking force.
“You stay right here with me, boy!” the demoness said.
Next to them, the prioress reached Ina, a knife in her hand. Her wounds and tiredness caught up to the auf and she stumbled back, tripping over herself. The knife missed her eye by mere millimetres. Only then did she flick her wrist, the prioress’ knife appearing in her own hand. But within seconds, the prioress had drawn another knife from her belt. Ina tried to twist out of the way, but the blade plunged into her shoulder. She cried out in pain.
“Ina!” Jim pushed back against the demoness but this infernal beast was so incredibly strong. It took all he had just to keep her from pushing him to the ground.
“Ah-ah-aah, no running away now! You belong to me, boy. Now tell me, how did you manage to take down my sister Raum, huh?” Her free hand reached for his hard cock. Jim tried to pull it away from her grasp but immediately, Aamon’s sword-arm pushed him down further, the blade now so close he could see even the hairs on her arm had turned to metal. He simply couldn’t focus on pushing her back and not letting her grab his dick.
The demoness’ claws closed around his cock, squeezing it tightly just below the head. “Was it this ol’ thing? She was always fond of dicks, that one. A bit of a slut, if you ask me. You should have seen the boys she took down to hell with her. She stuffed their nuts in a vice and then bounced on their cocks, hitting their balls with her big butt. She would quite literally fuck their nuts away, and her boys were always stuck in some weird state between carnal pleasure and intense agony. Me, I’m much too lazy for that.” Her claws squeezed down, painfully digging into his cock.
The pain she inflicted on his cock was noticeable but thankfully, not as debilitating as the nutcrunching punches Raum had inflicted on his balls. But he was still at a loss for what to do. Aamon’s strength was overwhelming, and it took all of his upper body strength to keep her at bay. Meanwhile, Ina was getting attacked, and he didn’t even know how Despina fared against William.
He had to do *something*. And right now, the only way to get Aamon to back away was… Shame made his ears glow, but he thrust his hips forward all the same, fucking the claws that had a tight grip on his shaft.
“What are you…? You’re a horny bugger, aren’t you? About to face the end and all you can think about is getting that handie your friend started. Well, as long as I don’t have to move. Then, why don’t I tell you about my ways to make boys pop down there? Let’s see if you can make yourself cream imagining that, hahaha… You see, I prefer to make balls dangle. They just look so weak, so defenceless when they’re just swinging there, you know? Sometimes I’ll have boys roast their nuts above a fire. They swing their hips back and forth, just like you do right now, trying to get their sack away from the heat. But it never works, they always come swinging back and slowly, their balls get roasted in the sack. Until they *beg* me to crush them. *'Please, mistress Aamon, please destroy my nuts, cut them off, pop them in your hand, just make them stop hurting!’* I let them beg for a while, then I squish them one by one. And when they grow back, we do it all over again. I always look forward to seeing if they can last longer, knowing their nut pain won’t end.”
Jim fucked the demoness’ hand relentlessly, but Aamon’s tale delayed any release that might approach. He kept stubbornly looking at her demonic tits, soft globes that looked so caring, so soft on the infernal creature as he thrust his dick in and out of her hand. It helped and precum began to pool at his tip, slickening the one-sided handjob.
“But that’s not my favourite way. Have you met a knight of hell? Nasty critters. Think of them like rabid dogs, but much uglier. Well, you’ll see them eventually. The point is, they go *crazy* for balls. So I just force the boys to squat over a hole with knights. Eventually, they get tired, their balls drop through the hole… and a pack of feral nut crushing little demons descend upon their sack. They tear his nuts apart with such ferocity, it’s so fun to watch.”
His thrusts were getting faster and faster, the motion sending a jiggle through her body. It made her tits bounce up and down, and occasionally, a dark nipple peeked out from beneath the straps. His breathing quickened and Aamon giggled.
“I can see why Raum was so desperate to fuck you. Just look at you, shaking your hips like a horny monkey. Tell you what, I will count down and if you manage to cum before I hit zero, I won’t even rip your dick off. Sounds good, right? Now hurry up, you want to keep that magnificent dick after all, right? Five.”
His eyebrows shot up and he stopped thrusting. She couldn’t be serious, right?
“Four.” Her hand clenched his dick a little bit tighter. No, she definitely was. The only demon that had ever expressed any interest in his penis was Raum. Lilith just wanted to pop his nuts.
“Three.” Panicking, Jim began shoving his cock in and out of Aamon’s hand faster than before. He needed to cum!
“Two. There you go, fuck that hand-pussy like you mean it.”
A smile curled her full, black lips. “One,” she said, and her voice was almost sickly sweet. He closed his eyes. This was it, he needed to cum! He needed to-
A cry from Inacea broke his focus, reminding him of the danger his friends were in. Then, Aamon’s hand clenched tight around his cock. “Aww, too bad! You know what they say, use it or lose it.” All of a sudden, the pressure on his dick increased tenfold. “I think I’ll crush it before ripping it off. Much more fun this way.”
“Ngh,” Jim grunted. He tried to push his dick through the vice-like grip of the demoness, trying to get just a little bit more friction to stimulate his cock. He ground his teeth together and pushed just a little bit further. His cock was already turning blue in Aamon’s hand. Then his tip kissed her navel and that was the push he needed.
Hot, white cum erupted from his cock, splashing over the infernal girl, covering her stomach, her tits and even splashing up to her face. Smoke hissed from where the cum touched her and Aamon let go of his cock, screeching and desperately wiping away at the thick glazing she had just received. “Aaaah! What the hells is this stuff!”
Drooling from his orgasm, Jim still managed to jump at Aamon and raise his sword.
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