Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 74
Chapter 74 – content: >!references rape, general violence, wedgie, rupture, castration, cuntbusting!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Tell me, do you often think about that day? When you came to see your mother, the queen, only to hear her squeal on my cock?” Despina clenched her teeth in anger. “It was the last time you had seen your mother before her end, was it not? It must be so confusing, to hear that powerful woman be reduced to a moaning mess because of a man. Because I used her holes like they were meant to be used. I wonder, do you touch yourself thinking back to that day? Wishing you could be in her place, experience the pleasure she felt?”
“SHUT UP!” she screamed. Mana gathered in her hand and launched a bunch of marble-sized iron pieces at his crotch. With a smirk that could curdle milk, he struck the projectiles out of the air with his sword.
“There is no cheating knight to fight your battles for you this time, little princess. It’s just you and me. Utterly powerless to stop me.”
*Grr, this guy! I want to wipe his stupid smirk off his face, preferably with his balls!* She breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself. *Calm down, Pina, this is exactly what he wants. As stupid as he looks, even Leonia had trouble with him. And ever since I dropped that giant shelf on those paladins, I’ve been running low on mana. I have maybe five or six more spells in me… Dammit, I should’ve smacked Jim’s balls a few times to refuel!*
Her breath whistled against her clenched teeth. *It’s fine, I should have enough left to defeat him. And once I’ve made sure he can never get it up again, I need to help Ina and Jim. And then squeeze Jim’s stupid donkey balls.*
She glanced towards her companions, shocked to see Jim engaged in a contest of strength – while the demoness grasped his engorged shaft!
*Is she really jerking him off mid-battle? No, wait, he’s thrusting his hips! He’s making her rub his lance! You have GOT to be kidding m-*
William picked that moment to attack her. [In two quick steps, he was in front of her, his sword already coming for Despina’s head.](https://imgur.com/a/0WzyGOs)
“Guh!” Instincts took over, and she blasted a wild gust of wind out of her hand. The violent tornado threw both of them backwards. Despina hit the ground hard, rolling a few times until she stopped. William, on the other hand, gracefully managed to get his feet under himself with a backflip. Already, he was rushing towards Despina again.
A flurry of strikes slashed out at the princess. Only with another gust of wind could she propel herself out of harm’s way, sliding along the floor. At least she managed to get back up on her feet. With one hand, she drew her own sword, while the other clenched three more iron weights between its knuckles. As short as that exchange was, it had cost her dearly. Just like that, the mana for two more spells was gone
“It’s useless, little princess! Your resistance only prolongs your suffering! With you, house Coglione, the royal bloodline of Calvino ends. You will know the shame and the agony you have brought over my lord when your knight broke him!”
He came at her like a raging storm. William was faster, stronger and more experienced. Two strikes broke down her defence and the next one would hit her. She sucked air through her teeth as she prepared to feel the bite of his blade.
But the strike didn’t come. Belated, Despina raised her own sword to block. The weapon was struck out of her hand, the force ringing through her arm and numbing her wrist. William’s sword was pointed at her, and he still had that insufferable grin on his face.
“Pick it up.”
Despina huffed. “So you can stab me in the back, is that it?”
“What would be the fun in that? I want to enjoy destroying you. Now pick up your sword and fight me.” Keeping William in her vision, she bent down and retrieved her sword. He really didn’t move a muscle as he watched her pick her weapon back up.
“Continue.”
William closed the distance too fast for Despina to fire her projectiles at him. He simply rained a barrage of slashes down upon her, slow enough for the princess to block but too fast for her to do anything but defend. The repeated blocks tired out her arm and sweat started to dampen her neck.
*He wants to tire me out… he’s just playing with me! I need to do… something, anything to break his momentum!*
She inched back further and further, quickly getting trapped in a corner. Then she noticed his sword arm flexing – this was another attack that would disarm her. She couldn’t let him do as he please! It would take all her remaining mana, but…
A blinding green light erupted from her left arm and a blast of wind launched the princess up in the air. William’s slash only cut a few locks of crimson hair trailing after the princess.
“HAH!” With two more blasts of wind, she launched two projectiles at his face, twisting in the air directly above him. Two bright tones rang out as they were blocked by William’s sword. Somehow, he had managed to bring his weapon up quickly enough to block them yet again. But that was fine. Despina didn’t expect to hit him like this anyway.
Landing behind him, her sword described a bright crescent headed for his back. William thrust his sword down along his back, parrying even that strike. Which meant he couldn’t see Despina’s other hand beneath his groin, or the mana building inside it, ready to blast the third iron weight into his balls.
“Gotcha!”
Another bright noise filled her ears, ringing like a bell. Compared to that familiar grunt of pain, or the pathetic wailing she had come to expect from a man getting his nuts rearranged, the noise sounded wrong. Then she felt his boot crash into her side. Despina was thrown to the ground brutally, pain exploding in her side.
“Aaargh!” For a moment, Despina could only hold her side. She involuntarily coughed, making the pain flare up. Hopefully, she hadn’t broken something.
“Hah, so predictable, little princess!” William taunted. Instead of continuing the attack, he spread his legs for her. He knocked on his groin and his knuckles hit metal. “Did you really think I would make the same mistake again? Your bodyguard had no honour, and I see she has taught you in the same vein. I’m sorry to say, but you will not be getting any cheap shots in against me.”
She was out of mana, hurt and tired. Holding her side in pain, Despina slowly got up. Anger twisted her face into a snarl. “We’ll see about that…” she pressed out.
“Yes, exactly! We will! And I, for one, can’t wait to see your face twist in despair! AAHAHAHA!” Pure joy stood on his face, but to Despina, it just sounded like the unhinged laughter of a madman.
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“AAAAH!”
Ina screamed when the dagger cut into her shoulder. It was the same arm lightning had struck her when she opened the gate to the inner sanctum.
“I see now that I should have ordered your execution as soon as we got hold of you. You are a curious one, willing objects to another place without moving them? I have never heard of such magic… Well, no matter, I will rectify this oversight immediately. And with you, that irritating magic will be gone.”
The prioress gave her knife a twist before pulling it from Ina’s shoulder. She raised it again immediately. Ina thrust her own weapon that she had stolen from the prioress, but her attack was caught by her opponent. She deflected the strike, trapping Ina’s arm and pressing her elbow against the auf’s throat.
“You fight like an amateur. Do you even know what you’re doing? No, it is a redundant question. It is plain to see, you’re no fighter at all, are you? You’re just some girl with a strange ability that allowed her to go on a little adventure while her friends protected her. What are you, a farmhand? No, you’re too pasty for that. Something indoors then, and judging by your lack of muscle mass it can’t be too demanding. A tutor maybe, or a governess.” Ina struggled to free her arm and relieve the pressure on her throat, but all she achieved was that the pale woman butted her head against Ina’s, dazing her. “Honestly, what’s some girl who never held a sword in her life doing, traipsing through the land with adventurers. Did they promise you riches? That they’d protect you when things got dangerous? Surely you must have known this is how it would end. You’re a liability in a fight. A casualty waiting to happen.”
The knife fell from Ina’s hand and her vision started to dim. She was starting to lose consciousness.
[Through the chokehold the prioress had on her](https://imgur.com/a/UF9pVnv), Ina flicked her wrist and all of a sudden, the pressure on her throat was gone. Ina took a deep breath, accompanied by the clattering of a knife. Both her and her opponent looked at Ina’s hand, dumbfounded when they saw the prioress’ forearm in it instead of the knife Ina had stolen.
“Annoying, little brat!” the prioress spat and, out of reflex, reached out for Ina’s throat with an arm that wasn’t there. Her teleported hand uselessly grabbed at nothing but air.
With a weary smile, Ina started swinging the prioress’ own arm like a club, smacking her in the face. “Yeah? *I’m* annoying? How about you stop with that holier-than-thou lecturing and shut up?!”
Cowed by the fear that she might, in a manner, strike herself, the prioress retreated a few steps but never dropped her knife. “Return my arm.”
“No.”
“Do it!”
“No!”
“Grr…” But as quickly as her face twisted in anger, it now bore a smug smile. “Well, I guess that’s fine. Seems like you can’t move more than one thing at a time, huh?” Confusion spread on Ina’s face. “You’re wondering how I know? Easy.” The prioress tapped against her belt. “At first, I didn’t notice because you dropped the knife before stealing my arm. But it’s clear now, you had to give it up. You originally stole it out of my hand, and when you switched to my arm, it was returned to my hand – but since I wasn’t grasping it, it fell to the floor a second time. So, one object. That’s your limit.” Clearly, the prioress didn’t know about Jim’s balls Ina was currently guarding – something the auf didn’t feel like telling her.
Ina’s eyes flickered to the knife on the ground next to her, then to the knife in the prioress’ remaining hand. She quickly bent down to pick it up.
Bent forward, she felt a hand grab the hem of her panties peeking out over the waistband of her pants. Ina had inadvertently presented her underwear to the prioress, and her teleported arm had seized that chance.
“Ah… Aaaaah!” The prioress pulled with all her might, and Ina felt her panties wedge itself between her butt cheeks, while at the same time squishing Jim’s fat testicle that she had stuffed down her pants against her labia. It was warm, wet and, all in all, much too pleasurable. “S-stop, that… hurts!” she yelled in embarrassment.
The prioress laughed darkly at her discomfort. “What’s the matter? Am I hurting your precious little pussy?” But a deep blush on Ina’s face made the prioress halt in her teasing. “What are you… I’m hurting your slit, right?”
At the same time, from the centre of the room, Jim cried out.
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“A-aaah, m-my baaaalls…” Right as he jumped at Aamon, he was brought down by a sudden, dull pain in his right nut. Jim sank to one knee, one hand thrust between his legs, but still pointing his sword at the demoness.
“Gchr, what’s the matter,” Aamon asked with a snarl, “did you have to break your nuts to spurt that disgusting stuff charged with light mana? Revolting little dangler, the faster empress Lilith gets to break your testicles the better.” Smoke still rose from where his cum had touched her, leaving discoloured splotches that didn’t seem to heal.
He knew that he couldn’t afford to let Aamon out of his sight, but Jim really hoped Ina would find a way to safeguard his testicles better. Despite the incessant nut pain, he forced himself to stand up. “I’m alright!” he squeaked.
Aamon laughed. “Wahaha, anyone ever tell you that you sound like a hamster when you’ve had your balls worked over?”
*Ina, please… don’t bust my balls while I fight a demon!*
This time, he approached Aamon with slower, more controlled steps. A feint opened his barrage of attacks. Once more, the demon channelled metal affinity mana into her arm, turning it into solid steel. She lazily blocked his strikes. Their exchange of blows rang out in the strange room.
“Hmph, is that all you have, boy? Raum was a fool to have let you get the better of her.”
“I’m not… done… just yet,” he squeezed out. It felt like he was fighting with his right ball locked in a vice. A vice that was strangely warm, soft and… was he feeling something damp? Jim shook his head and focused on fighting through the pain.
He needed to find a way past her defences – which was easier said than done, considering the demoness had the advantage in speed and strength. *Use misdirection and trickery to create an opening.* The words of the instructor back in Calvino echoed once more in his mind. *If Aamon is anything like Raum…*
With stiff legs, he attacked again, covering Aamon in strikes. His footwork was deliberately shoddy.
“You’re wide open, boy!”
Smacking his weapon aside, Aamon stepped forward and rocketed a knee up into his balls – or where his balls should have been. The demoness felt no two soft ovals squish against her knee, not even a sack full of mush. His balls simply weren’t there. His limp cock tauntingly bobbed up and down, splattering a thin string of leftover cum on her thigh. It immediately started sizzling.
“Wha-”
“Back to hell I send you!” he yelled and struck at the stupefied demon. His sword cut into her side, inadvertently cutting away the straps containing her gravity-defying breasts. Just as they bounced free, his sword stopped abruptly, sinking only about an inch deep into her stomach. Aamon sent him flying with a gut punch, then pressed a hand over the wound in pain.
“You filthy… where are your balls!” She stomped over to him, arm already transforming into a blade. “How dare you hide your balls from me!”
Jim smirked, then immediately regretted it when a cough shook him. At least the pain in his gut was easy to ignore. Compared to when Philine had ripped out parts of his nuts along with the bolt, this was nothing. He didn’t dignify Aamon’s clamour with a response, and just got ready to parry her next attack.
*That took her off guard, but I wasn’t fast enough… At this rate, I won’t be able to help Ina and Despina, let alone defeat Aamon. Think! What else can I do?*
The longer this fight went on, the less likely he was to win against Aamon. And his gambit hadn’t inflicted a deep enough wound to level the field, it had only managed to make her angry. He tried to ignore the warm pressure on his nut as he crossed blades with the demoness again.
###
Ina’s panties began stretching towards her head. Already they were up to her shoulder blades. “Are you getting off on this?!” the prioress asked. “You have got to be… I suppose it makes no difference. Cum then, girl, cum your brains out for me. It will leave you weak in the knees and out of breath just the same. Cum in front of your enemy while your friends are being destroyed, like the pathetic little whore that you are.”
“Nggh…” Ina could feel her arousal mount as the wonderfully warm and squishy gonad pressed against her folds. The prioress’ hand was jiggling it around by pulling on her panties in just such a way that it quickly threatened to get Ina off. Very quickly, in fact, as the sensation was much more intense than when she loved herself.
*Why, of all times, is it now that I discover how good this feels?!* She could, of course, make it all stop by removing the testicle rubbing against her entrance. It would put a glaring weakness back between Jim’s legs, though… she quickly glanced towards her friend, seeing him receive a brutal knee to his groin and counter immediately with a slash towards the demon’s abdomen. The infernal creature’s massive tits suddenly bounced around, and Ina quickly looked away again. It reminded her of the time she had spied on an adventuress riding this cute beastkin slave back in her inn, an image she didn’t need in her mind right now. Plus, if she just whisked Jim’s ball away, she would just be trading her own pleasure for pain. She involuntarily moaned.
*No, I can only give her back her arm… Wait, she still thinks I can only teleport one thing at a time because she doesn’t know about Jim’s balls! Maybe I can use that someh- oooh…*
“Looks like you’re getting close, slut. Well, what’ll it be? Will you keep moaning pathetically as I make you climax, or are you going to do something about it?”
Ina couldn’t explain away her blush, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. “I was only faking it, you couldn’t make a virgin cum if you tried,” she said and stuck out her tongue. Then, she flicked her wrist, taking away the prioress knife while returning her arm.
It startled the prioress long enough for Ina to throw away the knife, somewhere too far to be of use to the prioress. Then she picked up the remaining weapon by her side and thrust a hand down the front of her pants.
“Hah, faking it, are you? Then why are you flicking your bean as soon as I’m no longer working your pussy, huh? No matter, this is your end!”
The prioress lunged for her, and Ina tried to stab at her with a bloodied hand. But she was easily blocked as the prioress caught her wrist and twisted the knife out of her hand. Her other hand seized Ina’s throat once more.
“There we go, now be a good girl and die for me, would you? I do not appreciate how you have made me look a fool in front of my mistress. In fact, I rather think you deserve much worse than a quick and merciful death. If it were up to me, you would be tortured for hours upon hours as I slow-”
“Twelve hells… shut… up!” Ina pressed out. She took her hand out of her panties and thrust it into the prioress’ face, inserting the massive gonad she had been hiding there into the demonic paramour’s mouth.
Slicked by her own juices, the testicle quickly slid to the back of her throat to shut her up. Then Ina smashed her knee up into the prioress’ cunt, giving her a taste of her own medicine. The resulting gasp of pain and shock had the prioress swallow the fat nut in her mouth, lodging the testicle in her throat. Her eyes bulged out and she let go of Ina’s throat, grasping at her own.
“If you and the demons want Jim’s balls so much, why don’t you choke on them!”
Dazed, she watched the prioress sink to the floor, desperately struggling for breath. Her lips were turning blue and she clawed at her throat, trying somehow to remove the manhood from her airways.
As she watched, Ina herself sank to the floor, her own breath coming in fits and spurts. The prioress reached for the knife on the floor, Ina willed herself once more to use her magic and teleport the knife away into her own hand. The blow to her mana made her recoil in exhaustion. The prioress gazed at her with fear and panic, then finally lay still.
Ina’s vision swam with stars, and she felt nauseous from her wounds and exertion. A thin trickle of blood ran from her nose and joined the blood pooling on the ground from her shoulder. She couldn’t even feel her right side any more, unsure if that was from the stab wound or when the door trapped with lightning had burnt her arm. Either way, she wasn’t sure the numbness was a good sign.
Dully, she remembered that Despina and Jim were still fighting. She couldn’t even make out Despina at the other end of the room, her vision too blurred to see anything but blobs of colour moving. Jim was locked in another contest of strength with Aamon, one he was quickly losing. Sword pressed against arm-turned-blade, Aamon was quickly pushing him back.
*I… need to help… Jim… Come on, girl… One more…*
Ina sank to the ground, but she decided that that was alright. All that mattered was that she managed to fire off one last spell.
*Please, Jim… make this count…* She flicked her wrist, then her head hit the floor as she blacked out.
###
He pushed against the demon’s arm, growing more desperate the further she managed to push his blade back towards him. His sword shook against her completely still arm. The muscles in his arms were screaming at him, burning with pain.
“Almost there, boy. Time to let go and surrender, it’s inevitable.”
“N-never!”
“You’ve only lasted this long against me because you don’t have anything in your sack, whenever that little changeling pulled that off. Would it really be so bad to let Lilith break them forever? Wouldn’t it be a relief to have nothing between your legs, to be nice and smooth down there with no stupid balls to get busted, hmm?”
Suddenly, he felt a weird sensation around his right testicle. It was warm and soft, but the pressure he had felt before was much more even and didn’t hurt him. In fact, it felt quite nice. His surprise showed on his face.
“Ah, see, you’re thinking about it. Trust me boy, there are worse things than being a eunuch. Maybe the empress will not even torture you after breaking your stones, just two little *pops* and you’re done.”
The feeling around his nut began to grow more intense, quivering and vibrating.
“And then you can become my pet, I’d let you lick my lurid, inky honeypot all over. You’ll love it, even if you can’t get it up any more, trust me.”
The feeling around his ball was gone, just the pressure remaining. Something was about to happen, he could feel it. “You’re lying.”
“That obvious, huh? Yeah, there’s no way Lilith will not pop and break and squish those fat nuts of yours for the next millennia while she rubs that useless little dicklette of hers all over your girlfriend, but that’s just how it is, alright? Just accept that you’ve lost and-”
Aamon stopped, distracted by the welcome sight of two bulging ovals filling out Jim’s pants again. Finally, his balls were back where they belonged, somewhere she could reach and kick, punch and squeeze them.
Jim, on the other hand, saw Aamon’s entire arm vanish. In one moment, he was fighting for his life, the next he had a completely clear shot at her. Due to the strength with which he had to push against her, his sword struck her shoulder without him even meaning to. It sank into the demoness’ body deeply, ending somewhere he suspected her heart was.
He pulled the sword from her and struck again, piercing her just below her chest. His sword sank in unopposed.
At the same time, Aamon had smashed her knee up into his goolies, once more flattening his spuds against her hard kneecap. It proved to be her parting shot, as she disintegrated around his sword without so much as another word. But even as her knee disappeared from his nuts, they stayed in the shape Aamon had punted them into, partially broken in some way.
Squeaking in pain, he sank to the floor, holding his balls and kicking his legs in agony. He groaned pathetically, rolling around, but nothing seemed to help diminish the searing blaze that was currently his testicles, even if their glow indicated they had already started healing. “I-Ina…” Jim reached out to where he knew the auf must be fighting, only to see her passed out next to her opponent. He whimpered at the realization that she couldn’t help him. “Des… pina…” he croaked instead.
But the redhead was currently engaged in her own fight for survival. William was driving her back effortlessly, each lazy strike of his barely parried or dodged. Sweat ran down her forehead in rivulets and she was holding her side in pain. He was playing with her, enjoying her panic and desperation. Despina needed help, even more so than he did. Tenderly holding his balls, he started crawling towards her, sobbing at the pain in his nuts.
Despina was frantically trying to think of a way to turn the tide of the battle. Now that she was out of mana, her greatest strength rendered useless, she was beginning to panic. For the first time since she had listened in on William poisoning her mother’s mind with his tainted words, she felt something other than anger at the sight of him. Despina was starting to feel afraid.
She could no longer blast him away with a spell. She stood no hope of defeating him in a sword duel. And he had cowardly hidden his testicle behind some sort of armour in his pants.
*I have to finish what Lea started, I need to… urgh, need to pop his last nut…*
The redhead threw a weak strike at his groin – and William didn’t even bother parrying it. He let her sword smack into his metal-clad sack to no effect, then kicked her to the ground once more. Despina cried out, rolling over a few times.
She hacked and coughed, squeezing her eyes shut in pain. Even though he had kicked her in the stomach just now, pain radiated from her side like lightning. It shut out almost all other sensations, including William’s slow and heavy footfalls as he approached, as well as Jim weakly calling out to her.
Seeing that she couldn’t hear him, he took her hand in his. “Despina, you… can do it. You can win… All you need is a… little push…” Their fingers entwined, and he reached for his pants – and pushed her fingers past his waistband. He let go of her hand, and her dainty fingers reached out. They were trying to find the comfort he had given her again. Instead of his hand, they found his balls.
Out of pure instinct, the princess wrapped her hand around his right testicle and squeezed. Her fingers dug deep into the misshapen nut, the gonad blazing hot against her skin. It shifted under her fingers as she reflexively tried to further crush the massive ball.
“Oh- oooooh,” Jim moaned. “Despina…” His voice was a high-pitched moan and he coiled around her arm, trying his best to endure the royal nut crunch.
“I think it is about time we end this,” William said coldly. He planted his feet each side of her chest and readied his sword, the sharp tip glinting in the unnatural light of the strange room. “How does it feel to die full of regrets? You have lost everything, your kingdom, your family, your friends. And there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your struggle was entirely pointless.” He raised his sword.
“B-before that…” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Hah, you wish for last words? Very well, but do not think I will deliver your message unto your people. I will be the only one to hear you draw your last.”
“Yeah… about that.” She managed to open an eye and smirk at William. “Your manners are lacking… If I am to lose my life here, shouldn’t you, as host… lead by example?”
“I do not follow.”
“It’s fine, I’m not asking for your life… I will content myself with your last testicle.”
Green swirls of mana shone in her eyes, making her smirk sear itself into his mind as he tried to stab downward and end Despina. A violent gust of wind blew his sword away, depositing it somewhere in the back of the room.
She kicked her leg up into his groin, empowered by the mana coursing through her entire body. It was so powerful that he was thrown into the air. With a delay, a second strike hit William, the delayed strike a result of Despina’s mana surging after her limb. The metal protecting his groin groaned from the stress.
Despina kicked off the floor and followed him into the air. Two blisteringly fast knees rocketed into his balls, buckling the metal of his cup inward and encasing his testicle in a painful, tight metal vice. The two reached the zenith and William, face scrunched up in pain and shock, began to fall.
She followed up with an axe kick to his nut. Her heel hit true and, together with the delayed second strike of her mana, shattered his cup and tore away his pants. Her target was out in the open, entirely unprotected. It was a small scrotum, blue and black from old bruises Leonia had inflicted on it and new ones Despina had just forced upon it. Unlike the man, it looked so weak, so fragile. To Despina, it seemed as if his one remaining ball had already given up and accepted its fate.
He crashed to the ground and bounced once, the little sack following with a slight delay. Despina focused on it and accumulated her mana in her fist. [To William, it looked like a myriad of pale, ghostly copies of her fist shimmering in the air behind Despina, almost like a mirage.](https://imgur.com/a/qgOODEF)
She fell towards him, abandoning all sense of self-preservation in order to deliver this last ball-crushing punch. As if her fist and his balls were drawn to each other magnetically, she struck the testicle perfectly in the middle. The gonad was crushed to a crescent shape by her knuckle, squishing down so quickly that it stood no chance of ever reinflating to its original shape.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he wordlessly screamed. Then a hailstorm of ghostly punches rained down onto his crumpled testicle. Each hit broke the gonad down further, crushing it into fine paste, then beating that testicle paste into the ground before cracking the ground and grinding the nut mush into the dust. A single spurt of pulped testicle was forced out of his penis, hitting William in his face, before it would forever remain limp and useless. The remains of his manhood trickled down his face as he screamed in agony.
Despina crashed to the ground. She barely managed to blunt the impact a bit, rolling over her shoulder. When she stopped and was face to face with the crater between William’s legs, she couldn’t help but smile through her pain. The knight-captain was defeated, his last testicle irreparably broken. She had won.
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*Phew, and with that a multi chapter battle ends. Aamon has the honour (?) of being the first of the seven ravens to fall in actual battle. Which is funny to me considering they’re all inspired by a collection of concepts (>!the seven deadly sins!< to be precise) and it kind of makes sense for her, in a roundabout way... I think?*
*By the way, the full list of the seven ravens and their ‘titles’ is: Eye: Malphas, Desire: Raum, Crown: Stolas, Dream: Aamon, Hand: Naberius, Mouth: Vapula, Terror: Andrealphus*
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Tell me, do you often think about that day? When you came to see your mother, the queen, only to hear her squeal on my cock?” Despina clenched her teeth in anger. “It was the last time you had seen your mother before her end, was it not? It must be so confusing, to hear that powerful woman be reduced to a moaning mess because of a man. Because I used her holes like they were meant to be used. I wonder, do you touch yourself thinking back to that day? Wishing you could be in her place, experience the pleasure she felt?”
“SHUT UP!” she screamed. Mana gathered in her hand and launched a bunch of marble-sized iron pieces at his crotch. With a smirk that could curdle milk, he struck the projectiles out of the air with his sword.
“There is no cheating knight to fight your battles for you this time, little princess. It’s just you and me. Utterly powerless to stop me.”
*Grr, this guy! I want to wipe his stupid smirk off his face, preferably with his balls!* She breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself. *Calm down, Pina, this is exactly what he wants. As stupid as he looks, even Leonia had trouble with him. And ever since I dropped that giant shelf on those paladins, I’ve been running low on mana. I have maybe five or six more spells in me… Dammit, I should’ve smacked Jim’s balls a few times to refuel!*
Her breath whistled against her clenched teeth. *It’s fine, I should have enough left to defeat him. And once I’ve made sure he can never get it up again, I need to help Ina and Jim. And then squeeze Jim’s stupid donkey balls.*
She glanced towards her companions, shocked to see Jim engaged in a contest of strength – while the demoness grasped his engorged shaft!
*Is she really jerking him off mid-battle? No, wait, he’s thrusting his hips! He’s making her rub his lance! You have GOT to be kidding m-*
William picked that moment to attack her. [In two quick steps, he was in front of her, his sword already coming for Despina’s head.](https://imgur.com/a/0WzyGOs)
“Guh!” Instincts took over, and she blasted a wild gust of wind out of her hand. The violent tornado threw both of them backwards. Despina hit the ground hard, rolling a few times until she stopped. William, on the other hand, gracefully managed to get his feet under himself with a backflip. Already, he was rushing towards Despina again.
A flurry of strikes slashed out at the princess. Only with another gust of wind could she propel herself out of harm’s way, sliding along the floor. At least she managed to get back up on her feet. With one hand, she drew her own sword, while the other clenched three more iron weights between its knuckles. As short as that exchange was, it had cost her dearly. Just like that, the mana for two more spells was gone
“It’s useless, little princess! Your resistance only prolongs your suffering! With you, house Coglione, the royal bloodline of Calvino ends. You will know the shame and the agony you have brought over my lord when your knight broke him!”
He came at her like a raging storm. William was faster, stronger and more experienced. Two strikes broke down her defence and the next one would hit her. She sucked air through her teeth as she prepared to feel the bite of his blade.
But the strike didn’t come. Belated, Despina raised her own sword to block. The weapon was struck out of her hand, the force ringing through her arm and numbing her wrist. William’s sword was pointed at her, and he still had that insufferable grin on his face.
“Pick it up.”
Despina huffed. “So you can stab me in the back, is that it?”
“What would be the fun in that? I want to enjoy destroying you. Now pick up your sword and fight me.” Keeping William in her vision, she bent down and retrieved her sword. He really didn’t move a muscle as he watched her pick her weapon back up.
“Continue.”
William closed the distance too fast for Despina to fire her projectiles at him. He simply rained a barrage of slashes down upon her, slow enough for the princess to block but too fast for her to do anything but defend. The repeated blocks tired out her arm and sweat started to dampen her neck.
*He wants to tire me out… he’s just playing with me! I need to do… something, anything to break his momentum!*
She inched back further and further, quickly getting trapped in a corner. Then she noticed his sword arm flexing – this was another attack that would disarm her. She couldn’t let him do as he please! It would take all her remaining mana, but…
A blinding green light erupted from her left arm and a blast of wind launched the princess up in the air. William’s slash only cut a few locks of crimson hair trailing after the princess.
“HAH!” With two more blasts of wind, she launched two projectiles at his face, twisting in the air directly above him. Two bright tones rang out as they were blocked by William’s sword. Somehow, he had managed to bring his weapon up quickly enough to block them yet again. But that was fine. Despina didn’t expect to hit him like this anyway.
Landing behind him, her sword described a bright crescent headed for his back. William thrust his sword down along his back, parrying even that strike. Which meant he couldn’t see Despina’s other hand beneath his groin, or the mana building inside it, ready to blast the third iron weight into his balls.
“Gotcha!”
Another bright noise filled her ears, ringing like a bell. Compared to that familiar grunt of pain, or the pathetic wailing she had come to expect from a man getting his nuts rearranged, the noise sounded wrong. Then she felt his boot crash into her side. Despina was thrown to the ground brutally, pain exploding in her side.
“Aaargh!” For a moment, Despina could only hold her side. She involuntarily coughed, making the pain flare up. Hopefully, she hadn’t broken something.
“Hah, so predictable, little princess!” William taunted. Instead of continuing the attack, he spread his legs for her. He knocked on his groin and his knuckles hit metal. “Did you really think I would make the same mistake again? Your bodyguard had no honour, and I see she has taught you in the same vein. I’m sorry to say, but you will not be getting any cheap shots in against me.”
She was out of mana, hurt and tired. Holding her side in pain, Despina slowly got up. Anger twisted her face into a snarl. “We’ll see about that…” she pressed out.
“Yes, exactly! We will! And I, for one, can’t wait to see your face twist in despair! AAHAHAHA!” Pure joy stood on his face, but to Despina, it just sounded like the unhinged laughter of a madman.
###
“AAAAH!”
Ina screamed when the dagger cut into her shoulder. It was the same arm lightning had struck her when she opened the gate to the inner sanctum.
“I see now that I should have ordered your execution as soon as we got hold of you. You are a curious one, willing objects to another place without moving them? I have never heard of such magic… Well, no matter, I will rectify this oversight immediately. And with you, that irritating magic will be gone.”
The prioress gave her knife a twist before pulling it from Ina’s shoulder. She raised it again immediately. Ina thrust her own weapon that she had stolen from the prioress, but her attack was caught by her opponent. She deflected the strike, trapping Ina’s arm and pressing her elbow against the auf’s throat.
“You fight like an amateur. Do you even know what you’re doing? No, it is a redundant question. It is plain to see, you’re no fighter at all, are you? You’re just some girl with a strange ability that allowed her to go on a little adventure while her friends protected her. What are you, a farmhand? No, you’re too pasty for that. Something indoors then, and judging by your lack of muscle mass it can’t be too demanding. A tutor maybe, or a governess.” Ina struggled to free her arm and relieve the pressure on her throat, but all she achieved was that the pale woman butted her head against Ina’s, dazing her. “Honestly, what’s some girl who never held a sword in her life doing, traipsing through the land with adventurers. Did they promise you riches? That they’d protect you when things got dangerous? Surely you must have known this is how it would end. You’re a liability in a fight. A casualty waiting to happen.”
The knife fell from Ina’s hand and her vision started to dim. She was starting to lose consciousness.
[Through the chokehold the prioress had on her](https://imgur.com/a/UF9pVnv), Ina flicked her wrist and all of a sudden, the pressure on her throat was gone. Ina took a deep breath, accompanied by the clattering of a knife. Both her and her opponent looked at Ina’s hand, dumbfounded when they saw the prioress’ forearm in it instead of the knife Ina had stolen.
“Annoying, little brat!” the prioress spat and, out of reflex, reached out for Ina’s throat with an arm that wasn’t there. Her teleported hand uselessly grabbed at nothing but air.
With a weary smile, Ina started swinging the prioress’ own arm like a club, smacking her in the face. “Yeah? *I’m* annoying? How about you stop with that holier-than-thou lecturing and shut up?!”
Cowed by the fear that she might, in a manner, strike herself, the prioress retreated a few steps but never dropped her knife. “Return my arm.”
“No.”
“Do it!”
“No!”
“Grr…” But as quickly as her face twisted in anger, it now bore a smug smile. “Well, I guess that’s fine. Seems like you can’t move more than one thing at a time, huh?” Confusion spread on Ina’s face. “You’re wondering how I know? Easy.” The prioress tapped against her belt. “At first, I didn’t notice because you dropped the knife before stealing my arm. But it’s clear now, you had to give it up. You originally stole it out of my hand, and when you switched to my arm, it was returned to my hand – but since I wasn’t grasping it, it fell to the floor a second time. So, one object. That’s your limit.” Clearly, the prioress didn’t know about Jim’s balls Ina was currently guarding – something the auf didn’t feel like telling her.
Ina’s eyes flickered to the knife on the ground next to her, then to the knife in the prioress’ remaining hand. She quickly bent down to pick it up.
Bent forward, she felt a hand grab the hem of her panties peeking out over the waistband of her pants. Ina had inadvertently presented her underwear to the prioress, and her teleported arm had seized that chance.
“Ah… Aaaaah!” The prioress pulled with all her might, and Ina felt her panties wedge itself between her butt cheeks, while at the same time squishing Jim’s fat testicle that she had stuffed down her pants against her labia. It was warm, wet and, all in all, much too pleasurable. “S-stop, that… hurts!” she yelled in embarrassment.
The prioress laughed darkly at her discomfort. “What’s the matter? Am I hurting your precious little pussy?” But a deep blush on Ina’s face made the prioress halt in her teasing. “What are you… I’m hurting your slit, right?”
At the same time, from the centre of the room, Jim cried out.
###
“A-aaah, m-my baaaalls…” Right as he jumped at Aamon, he was brought down by a sudden, dull pain in his right nut. Jim sank to one knee, one hand thrust between his legs, but still pointing his sword at the demoness.
“Gchr, what’s the matter,” Aamon asked with a snarl, “did you have to break your nuts to spurt that disgusting stuff charged with light mana? Revolting little dangler, the faster empress Lilith gets to break your testicles the better.” Smoke still rose from where his cum had touched her, leaving discoloured splotches that didn’t seem to heal.
He knew that he couldn’t afford to let Aamon out of his sight, but Jim really hoped Ina would find a way to safeguard his testicles better. Despite the incessant nut pain, he forced himself to stand up. “I’m alright!” he squeaked.
Aamon laughed. “Wahaha, anyone ever tell you that you sound like a hamster when you’ve had your balls worked over?”
*Ina, please… don’t bust my balls while I fight a demon!*
This time, he approached Aamon with slower, more controlled steps. A feint opened his barrage of attacks. Once more, the demon channelled metal affinity mana into her arm, turning it into solid steel. She lazily blocked his strikes. Their exchange of blows rang out in the strange room.
“Hmph, is that all you have, boy? Raum was a fool to have let you get the better of her.”
“I’m not… done… just yet,” he squeezed out. It felt like he was fighting with his right ball locked in a vice. A vice that was strangely warm, soft and… was he feeling something damp? Jim shook his head and focused on fighting through the pain.
He needed to find a way past her defences – which was easier said than done, considering the demoness had the advantage in speed and strength. *Use misdirection and trickery to create an opening.* The words of the instructor back in Calvino echoed once more in his mind. *If Aamon is anything like Raum…*
With stiff legs, he attacked again, covering Aamon in strikes. His footwork was deliberately shoddy.
“You’re wide open, boy!”
Smacking his weapon aside, Aamon stepped forward and rocketed a knee up into his balls – or where his balls should have been. The demoness felt no two soft ovals squish against her knee, not even a sack full of mush. His balls simply weren’t there. His limp cock tauntingly bobbed up and down, splattering a thin string of leftover cum on her thigh. It immediately started sizzling.
“Wha-”
“Back to hell I send you!” he yelled and struck at the stupefied demon. His sword cut into her side, inadvertently cutting away the straps containing her gravity-defying breasts. Just as they bounced free, his sword stopped abruptly, sinking only about an inch deep into her stomach. Aamon sent him flying with a gut punch, then pressed a hand over the wound in pain.
“You filthy… where are your balls!” She stomped over to him, arm already transforming into a blade. “How dare you hide your balls from me!”
Jim smirked, then immediately regretted it when a cough shook him. At least the pain in his gut was easy to ignore. Compared to when Philine had ripped out parts of his nuts along with the bolt, this was nothing. He didn’t dignify Aamon’s clamour with a response, and just got ready to parry her next attack.
*That took her off guard, but I wasn’t fast enough… At this rate, I won’t be able to help Ina and Despina, let alone defeat Aamon. Think! What else can I do?*
The longer this fight went on, the less likely he was to win against Aamon. And his gambit hadn’t inflicted a deep enough wound to level the field, it had only managed to make her angry. He tried to ignore the warm pressure on his nut as he crossed blades with the demoness again.
###
Ina’s panties began stretching towards her head. Already they were up to her shoulder blades. “Are you getting off on this?!” the prioress asked. “You have got to be… I suppose it makes no difference. Cum then, girl, cum your brains out for me. It will leave you weak in the knees and out of breath just the same. Cum in front of your enemy while your friends are being destroyed, like the pathetic little whore that you are.”
“Nggh…” Ina could feel her arousal mount as the wonderfully warm and squishy gonad pressed against her folds. The prioress’ hand was jiggling it around by pulling on her panties in just such a way that it quickly threatened to get Ina off. Very quickly, in fact, as the sensation was much more intense than when she loved herself.
*Why, of all times, is it now that I discover how good this feels?!* She could, of course, make it all stop by removing the testicle rubbing against her entrance. It would put a glaring weakness back between Jim’s legs, though… she quickly glanced towards her friend, seeing him receive a brutal knee to his groin and counter immediately with a slash towards the demon’s abdomen. The infernal creature’s massive tits suddenly bounced around, and Ina quickly looked away again. It reminded her of the time she had spied on an adventuress riding this cute beastkin slave back in her inn, an image she didn’t need in her mind right now. Plus, if she just whisked Jim’s ball away, she would just be trading her own pleasure for pain. She involuntarily moaned.
*No, I can only give her back her arm… Wait, she still thinks I can only teleport one thing at a time because she doesn’t know about Jim’s balls! Maybe I can use that someh- oooh…*
“Looks like you’re getting close, slut. Well, what’ll it be? Will you keep moaning pathetically as I make you climax, or are you going to do something about it?”
Ina couldn’t explain away her blush, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. “I was only faking it, you couldn’t make a virgin cum if you tried,” she said and stuck out her tongue. Then, she flicked her wrist, taking away the prioress knife while returning her arm.
It startled the prioress long enough for Ina to throw away the knife, somewhere too far to be of use to the prioress. Then she picked up the remaining weapon by her side and thrust a hand down the front of her pants.
“Hah, faking it, are you? Then why are you flicking your bean as soon as I’m no longer working your pussy, huh? No matter, this is your end!”
The prioress lunged for her, and Ina tried to stab at her with a bloodied hand. But she was easily blocked as the prioress caught her wrist and twisted the knife out of her hand. Her other hand seized Ina’s throat once more.
“There we go, now be a good girl and die for me, would you? I do not appreciate how you have made me look a fool in front of my mistress. In fact, I rather think you deserve much worse than a quick and merciful death. If it were up to me, you would be tortured for hours upon hours as I slow-”
“Twelve hells… shut… up!” Ina pressed out. She took her hand out of her panties and thrust it into the prioress’ face, inserting the massive gonad she had been hiding there into the demonic paramour’s mouth.
Slicked by her own juices, the testicle quickly slid to the back of her throat to shut her up. Then Ina smashed her knee up into the prioress’ cunt, giving her a taste of her own medicine. The resulting gasp of pain and shock had the prioress swallow the fat nut in her mouth, lodging the testicle in her throat. Her eyes bulged out and she let go of Ina’s throat, grasping at her own.
“If you and the demons want Jim’s balls so much, why don’t you choke on them!”
Dazed, she watched the prioress sink to the floor, desperately struggling for breath. Her lips were turning blue and she clawed at her throat, trying somehow to remove the manhood from her airways.
As she watched, Ina herself sank to the floor, her own breath coming in fits and spurts. The prioress reached for the knife on the floor, Ina willed herself once more to use her magic and teleport the knife away into her own hand. The blow to her mana made her recoil in exhaustion. The prioress gazed at her with fear and panic, then finally lay still.
Ina’s vision swam with stars, and she felt nauseous from her wounds and exertion. A thin trickle of blood ran from her nose and joined the blood pooling on the ground from her shoulder. She couldn’t even feel her right side any more, unsure if that was from the stab wound or when the door trapped with lightning had burnt her arm. Either way, she wasn’t sure the numbness was a good sign.
Dully, she remembered that Despina and Jim were still fighting. She couldn’t even make out Despina at the other end of the room, her vision too blurred to see anything but blobs of colour moving. Jim was locked in another contest of strength with Aamon, one he was quickly losing. Sword pressed against arm-turned-blade, Aamon was quickly pushing him back.
*I… need to help… Jim… Come on, girl… One more…*
Ina sank to the ground, but she decided that that was alright. All that mattered was that she managed to fire off one last spell.
*Please, Jim… make this count…* She flicked her wrist, then her head hit the floor as she blacked out.
###
He pushed against the demon’s arm, growing more desperate the further she managed to push his blade back towards him. His sword shook against her completely still arm. The muscles in his arms were screaming at him, burning with pain.
“Almost there, boy. Time to let go and surrender, it’s inevitable.”
“N-never!”
“You’ve only lasted this long against me because you don’t have anything in your sack, whenever that little changeling pulled that off. Would it really be so bad to let Lilith break them forever? Wouldn’t it be a relief to have nothing between your legs, to be nice and smooth down there with no stupid balls to get busted, hmm?”
Suddenly, he felt a weird sensation around his right testicle. It was warm and soft, but the pressure he had felt before was much more even and didn’t hurt him. In fact, it felt quite nice. His surprise showed on his face.
“Ah, see, you’re thinking about it. Trust me boy, there are worse things than being a eunuch. Maybe the empress will not even torture you after breaking your stones, just two little *pops* and you’re done.”
The feeling around his nut began to grow more intense, quivering and vibrating.
“And then you can become my pet, I’d let you lick my lurid, inky honeypot all over. You’ll love it, even if you can’t get it up any more, trust me.”
The feeling around his ball was gone, just the pressure remaining. Something was about to happen, he could feel it. “You’re lying.”
“That obvious, huh? Yeah, there’s no way Lilith will not pop and break and squish those fat nuts of yours for the next millennia while she rubs that useless little dicklette of hers all over your girlfriend, but that’s just how it is, alright? Just accept that you’ve lost and-”
Aamon stopped, distracted by the welcome sight of two bulging ovals filling out Jim’s pants again. Finally, his balls were back where they belonged, somewhere she could reach and kick, punch and squeeze them.
Jim, on the other hand, saw Aamon’s entire arm vanish. In one moment, he was fighting for his life, the next he had a completely clear shot at her. Due to the strength with which he had to push against her, his sword struck her shoulder without him even meaning to. It sank into the demoness’ body deeply, ending somewhere he suspected her heart was.
He pulled the sword from her and struck again, piercing her just below her chest. His sword sank in unopposed.
At the same time, Aamon had smashed her knee up into his goolies, once more flattening his spuds against her hard kneecap. It proved to be her parting shot, as she disintegrated around his sword without so much as another word. But even as her knee disappeared from his nuts, they stayed in the shape Aamon had punted them into, partially broken in some way.
Squeaking in pain, he sank to the floor, holding his balls and kicking his legs in agony. He groaned pathetically, rolling around, but nothing seemed to help diminish the searing blaze that was currently his testicles, even if their glow indicated they had already started healing. “I-Ina…” Jim reached out to where he knew the auf must be fighting, only to see her passed out next to her opponent. He whimpered at the realization that she couldn’t help him. “Des… pina…” he croaked instead.
But the redhead was currently engaged in her own fight for survival. William was driving her back effortlessly, each lazy strike of his barely parried or dodged. Sweat ran down her forehead in rivulets and she was holding her side in pain. He was playing with her, enjoying her panic and desperation. Despina needed help, even more so than he did. Tenderly holding his balls, he started crawling towards her, sobbing at the pain in his nuts.
Despina was frantically trying to think of a way to turn the tide of the battle. Now that she was out of mana, her greatest strength rendered useless, she was beginning to panic. For the first time since she had listened in on William poisoning her mother’s mind with his tainted words, she felt something other than anger at the sight of him. Despina was starting to feel afraid.
She could no longer blast him away with a spell. She stood no hope of defeating him in a sword duel. And he had cowardly hidden his testicle behind some sort of armour in his pants.
*I have to finish what Lea started, I need to… urgh, need to pop his last nut…*
The redhead threw a weak strike at his groin – and William didn’t even bother parrying it. He let her sword smack into his metal-clad sack to no effect, then kicked her to the ground once more. Despina cried out, rolling over a few times.
She hacked and coughed, squeezing her eyes shut in pain. Even though he had kicked her in the stomach just now, pain radiated from her side like lightning. It shut out almost all other sensations, including William’s slow and heavy footfalls as he approached, as well as Jim weakly calling out to her.
Seeing that she couldn’t hear him, he took her hand in his. “Despina, you… can do it. You can win… All you need is a… little push…” Their fingers entwined, and he reached for his pants – and pushed her fingers past his waistband. He let go of her hand, and her dainty fingers reached out. They were trying to find the comfort he had given her again. Instead of his hand, they found his balls.
Out of pure instinct, the princess wrapped her hand around his right testicle and squeezed. Her fingers dug deep into the misshapen nut, the gonad blazing hot against her skin. It shifted under her fingers as she reflexively tried to further crush the massive ball.
“Oh- oooooh,” Jim moaned. “Despina…” His voice was a high-pitched moan and he coiled around her arm, trying his best to endure the royal nut crunch.
“I think it is about time we end this,” William said coldly. He planted his feet each side of her chest and readied his sword, the sharp tip glinting in the unnatural light of the strange room. “How does it feel to die full of regrets? You have lost everything, your kingdom, your family, your friends. And there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your struggle was entirely pointless.” He raised his sword.
“B-before that…” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Hah, you wish for last words? Very well, but do not think I will deliver your message unto your people. I will be the only one to hear you draw your last.”
“Yeah… about that.” She managed to open an eye and smirk at William. “Your manners are lacking… If I am to lose my life here, shouldn’t you, as host… lead by example?”
“I do not follow.”
“It’s fine, I’m not asking for your life… I will content myself with your last testicle.”
Green swirls of mana shone in her eyes, making her smirk sear itself into his mind as he tried to stab downward and end Despina. A violent gust of wind blew his sword away, depositing it somewhere in the back of the room.
She kicked her leg up into his groin, empowered by the mana coursing through her entire body. It was so powerful that he was thrown into the air. With a delay, a second strike hit William, the delayed strike a result of Despina’s mana surging after her limb. The metal protecting his groin groaned from the stress.
Despina kicked off the floor and followed him into the air. Two blisteringly fast knees rocketed into his balls, buckling the metal of his cup inward and encasing his testicle in a painful, tight metal vice. The two reached the zenith and William, face scrunched up in pain and shock, began to fall.
She followed up with an axe kick to his nut. Her heel hit true and, together with the delayed second strike of her mana, shattered his cup and tore away his pants. Her target was out in the open, entirely unprotected. It was a small scrotum, blue and black from old bruises Leonia had inflicted on it and new ones Despina had just forced upon it. Unlike the man, it looked so weak, so fragile. To Despina, it seemed as if his one remaining ball had already given up and accepted its fate.
He crashed to the ground and bounced once, the little sack following with a slight delay. Despina focused on it and accumulated her mana in her fist. [To William, it looked like a myriad of pale, ghostly copies of her fist shimmering in the air behind Despina, almost like a mirage.](https://imgur.com/a/qgOODEF)
She fell towards him, abandoning all sense of self-preservation in order to deliver this last ball-crushing punch. As if her fist and his balls were drawn to each other magnetically, she struck the testicle perfectly in the middle. The gonad was crushed to a crescent shape by her knuckle, squishing down so quickly that it stood no chance of ever reinflating to its original shape.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he wordlessly screamed. Then a hailstorm of ghostly punches rained down onto his crumpled testicle. Each hit broke the gonad down further, crushing it into fine paste, then beating that testicle paste into the ground before cracking the ground and grinding the nut mush into the dust. A single spurt of pulped testicle was forced out of his penis, hitting William in his face, before it would forever remain limp and useless. The remains of his manhood trickled down his face as he screamed in agony.
Despina crashed to the ground. She barely managed to blunt the impact a bit, rolling over her shoulder. When she stopped and was face to face with the crater between William’s legs, she couldn’t help but smile through her pain. The knight-captain was defeated, his last testicle irreparably broken. She had won.
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*Phew, and with that a multi chapter battle ends. Aamon has the honour (?) of being the first of the seven ravens to fall in actual battle. Which is funny to me considering they’re all inspired by a collection of concepts (>!the seven deadly sins!< to be precise) and it kind of makes sense for her, in a roundabout way... I think?*
*By the way, the full list of the seven ravens and their ‘titles’ is: Eye: Malphas, Desire: Raum, Crown: Stolas, Dream: Aamon, Hand: Naberius, Mouth: Vapula, Terror: Andrealphus*
