Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 75
Chapter 75 – content: >!castration, monster girl (possibly furry), reluctant sex!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“That was…” Despina breathed, her chest heaving. The hardened tips of her chest poked through her shirt.
“…painful…” Jim squeaked.
“…so much fun! Let me rack your nuts some more, I want to see if I can pull that off again!” She reached for the obscenely swollen bulge in Jim’s pants, only to be reminded of her own wounds. She grunted in pain and clutched her side.
“Are… are you OK?”
She scoffed at him, but Jim didn’t think she could even convince herself. “I’m fine, just… gimme those balls.” Determined, the princess grabbed his left nut and jammed her thumb into it, rolling it between her fingers and working the testicle over. “Wow, I thought I saw that demon rack you so hard that she had emptied your basket and left you sterile…” Jim yelped and weakly tried to pry her fingers off of his gonads. Despina wasn’t even bothered by his attempts. “But it’s right there, it feels a bit softer than normal maybe, but even the hole from when Philine ripped the bolt out is almost gone… When we have more time, you should let me stick some things in this bad boy. I want to turn your balls into a pin cushion.”
Jim valiantly tried to divert the princess’s attention when he couldn’t get her to leave his balls alone. “Should- shouldn’t we look after Ina?”
She stopped, her thumb pressing down on his nut so hard the digit turned white. “Oh! Right, hold on…” Despina placed his ball on her flat palm, then smacked her other hand onto it. Jim howled with gut-churning pain, but Despina snorted. “Heh, so squishy… Alright, now I can look after her.”
Green swirls of mana started to wrap around her, weaving in and out of her limbs. With her own groan of pain, Despina got up and walked towards Ina, still holding her side. From the pile of smoking ash that used to be the demoness, she picked up a few of the leather straps she had worn as clothing. Despina brought them over to the prioress and started hog-tieing her.
Then she knelt next to Ina and started caring for her. Jim, meanwhile, tried hard to regain control of basic motor functions and close his mouth so that he might stop drooling into the dust. Remembering how Ina had ‘helped’ him before, he gave his dick a few stealthy tugs when he was sure Despina wasn’t looking, and that helped a little bit. A small part of him wished he could have defeated Aamon the same way he had exorcized Raum. Fucking demons felt, all in all, much better than facing them in a sword fight… even if it was less heroic. Slightly.
He worked himself up to his knees and crawled over to the middle of the room. For the first time since entering, he got a good look at the strange, dark pit in the centre. What he saw was not a hole but a smooth surface, dark as a moonless night. It seemed almost like a hole filled with oil and Jim blew on it, but his breath fogged up and drifted over the surface without disturbing it. Maybe it was hard, like the surface of an ice block?
He didn’t dare touch it, and so, somewhat distracted from the throbbing pain in his nuts, he got up and walked over to Ina and Despina, picking his sword back up on the way. It seemed the auf still hadn’t come to. One of her arms was drenched in blood from a wound on her shoulder. Despina had already tied a makeshift bandage over it from another strap.
“Inacea, come on girl, wake up…”
He watched the princess gently rub her hand. “Do you think Leonia and Philine are OK? I’m worried about them.”
“They have to be,” Despina said and stared at the door for a moment. “I’m sure they’ll walk in here any moment now- Ina! You’re awake!”
The auf groaned and twitched, but didn’t open her eyes. “Hey,” she said weakly. “Guess that means we won…”
“We did. Thanks, Ina, if it wasn’t for you… I couldn’t have defeated Aamon,” Jim said. She just smiled at him through the pain.
“Oh, yes, uhm… I also… I mean, thank you, Jim. For the help… with your nuts...” Despina said and refused to look at him, playing with her hair instead.
“You’re welcome,” he said magnanimously.
“Don’t let it get to your head!” The princess backhanded his balls in a quick sacktap.
“Urgh… Yeah, I won’t…”
“Well, I’m glad we managed to survive that but…” Despina walked towards the dark pit, trying to rub away the pain in her side. She peered over the rim into the inky something. Rubbing his balls in a similar way, Jim limped after her. “Where do we go from here?”
At that moment, the door slammed open with a loud banging, and knights started filtering into the room. “There they are, get them!”
“What…? But, Leonia… and Philine…” Despina watched the approaching knights with a petrified expression, the colour draining from her face. “Does that mean that she… she-” Jim yelled at her, pulling on her arm but the princess couldn’t hear him. Everything seemed to be pushed into the background, becoming muffled and numb as the thought spread in her like icy poison. *Lea must be dead. They must have killed her. She’s gone, and so is Philine. It’s all over.*
*Slap!*
The princess’ face was thrown to the side, and her cheek burned hot. “Did you just…?” she muttered. She swung her hand up into Jim’s sack, her knuckles rapping against his balls.
Jim sank to his knees next to her. “Urgh! G-good, you’re back… oh fuck, my balls…”
“Hmph! That’s what you get!”
“L-look closely, they’re not lead by Badri… Some of them must have rushed ahead! Leonia’s probably fine!”
Despina’s eyes wandered over the knights pouring in, and nowhere was there a goblin to be seen. “Y-yeah, you’re right…”
“Captain?! Captain! You dirty animals, what have you done to Sir William!” one of the knights yelled. He was standing in front of the crater between the former man’s legs, staring in disbelief at the carnage.
“Heh, the same that’s going to happen to y-” With a *twang*, a crossbow fired at her and only due to Jim pulling her down did it miss her chest. “HEY!”
“We’re in no condition to fight all of them,” Jim said. “Ina! Teleport back outside! Find Leonia and Philine!”
The auf was barely conscious, just sitting up visibly strained her. But still, she shouted back over the clatter of boots on the ground. “What will you do?”
Jim helped Despina up and slung his left arm around her hip. His right held the moonsilver sword. “Something very stupid,” he muttered. "We're going to rescue Liri!"
As the first knight came into striking range, Jim held the princess firmly, turned and walked off the edge of the pit. Its surface seemed to flee from them, shrinking back, and they fell faster and faster. He saw his own shadow elongate and stretch before him as if it rushed ahead until finally, the princess and the young hero broke through the surface, climbing through and out of a sinister mirror and into night itself.
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His head swam with darkness as if it was something tangible that could press in on his ears and eyes, dry out his throat and turn the air to a thick mist that resisted his lungs as they inhaled it. Only slowly could he regain some semblance of his own self, as if he was waking from a deep slumber. It helped that his balls felt like someone was pushing thumbtacks into them.
“Ugh…” His groan caused something to move, and the sensation of little needles in his nuts was getting more painful. It was joined by the feeling of something pulling on his ballsack.
Jim forced open an eye and looked down at his body. A small humanoid creature, it was maybe tall enough to reach up to his knee if he stood next to it, was kneeling on his crotch. It had almond-shaped eyes with a slit-like pupil and little, pointy ears with stubby horns. Its entire head, as well as its slender shoulders, arms and paws were covered in fine, black fur. The fur continued in a small band down its back, ending in a thin, spiky tail.
The rest of its body was covered in regular, if pale, skin, including the four small bumps on its chest – her chest, Jim mentally corrected himself when she turned around and flaunted a pale, smooth pussy as dark as the fur on her head. This strange (and very naked) half-human, half-cat creature had its feline head stuck down Jim’s crotch. It had already undone the buttons on his pants and was biting one of his balls. The fat gonad was almost as big as her head and she struggled pulling it from his pants with her mouth, pushing off of his dick with her paws.
She was growling slightly as she pulled on his testicle, seemingly growing more and more frustrated that she could not pull her prey free. As a result, she bit down harder and harder, her little teeth sinking deep into the flesh of his testicle.
“AH!” Jim jerked upright, grabbing the little creature by the scruff of her neck and lifting her from his nuts. Unfortunately, she did not let get of his ball, so the only thing he achieved was to help her free his balls from his pants. “Let go!” He shook the little creature, and that seemed to convince her to spit out his manhood. With a relieved sigh, he let his captive touch the floor, only to immediately regret it. She spun in his hands and wiggled free, landing with her (rather human) butt on his balls. Immediately, the little creature hissed and kicked at his balls with her human feet, while her cat-like paws bared their claws and swiped at his scrotum, as if she was now trying to cut his nuts to ribbons.
“Stop! My balls!” Jim curled up, clutching his nuts and [the creature hopped a few inches back, then sat on her butt, legs curled up to her body like a cat.](https://imgur.com/a/lsI9ag8) Which also meant she was exposing her dark slit to him as he nursed his filleted nuts.
“Intruders bring shiny baubles to the hall of shadows, yes. Big and quivering, waiting to be cracked open and have their cream licked. They better pay us tribute and let us play with the baubles if they know what is good for them.”
“Stay away from me! What even are you?!”
“Intruders are very rude. They do not even know Marax' name, despite us welcoming all the demons and all the mortals coming to the underworld. Maybe we should scream and cry and have all the demons descend upon them, so they may be beaten and bruised and bashed and broken.”
“OK! OK, uh, I’m sorry? Please don’t do that,” he said. Jim took a moment to look around. Despina was a mess of red locks on the ground next to him, only just coming to. They were in a dark hall of sorts, the rough-hewn stone on the floors were warm and worn down from time. Thick stone columns littered the hall in irregular intervals, and almost all of it lay in shadow. Stony rafters connected the columns high up near the ceiling. The surrounding shadows seemed to move, flitting about whenever Jim wasn’t directly looking at them. They seemed almost alive, and Jim started to think he could hear them whisper to each other.
“The lost ones have started gathering,” Marax said, watching the spirits in the shadows. “They are what remains of those who have ended up here without being claimed by a mistress. Most often because they do not carry a sack full of baubles.”
The… girl? cat-demon? Jim scratched his head – Marax was staring intently at his crotch while her tail swished side to side. She had left four small but deep bite marks on his right testicle, which now glowed. In fact, his entire ballsack was lit up like a disturbing Christmas decoration, rather than just the small marks that needed to heal. “What the hell…?”
“I bet those will come in handy down here,” a groggy Despina said.
“Oh! You’re awake!”
She nodded. “I heard most of what you said, I think, I just couldn’t… it’s like this place is trying to drown out my thoughts, if that makes sense.”
“It does,” Marax said. “You are not welcome here, filthy intruder. You neither bring shiny baubles like he does, nor are you a daughter of her empress. You should not be here!”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!” Despina yelled and angrily stomped towards Marax, only to be held back by Jim.
“Despina, wait! Look over there, the knights must have followed us! They’re going to wake up if you make a ruckus! Goddess, there are more than I thought…” As his eyes wandered over the silhouettes of the knights he hadn’t noticed at first, wondering if they could take on that many people, he felt Despina reach for his nutsack and start squeezing his left ball. “Ouf…! Despina… why…”
She glared at him. “If you can cop a feel, so can I!” She emphasized it by rubbing her thumb up and down his sack, wrinkling and stretching his scrotum along his left testicle. He looked back at her and only then understood – when holding her back, he had accidentally grabbed her chest.
He instantly let go. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, urgh, grab your breast! I didn’t even feel anything, I swear!”
“WHAT? ARE YOU CALLING ME FLAT?!” She jammed her thumb deep into the meat of his testicle and Jim folded around her hand like a wet towel.
“S-so…rry…”
“Hmph!” Reluctantly, she let go and turned to Marax. She was still sitting in the exact same pose, bearing all for them to see. Despina couldn’t help but notice a certain wet sheen to her sex, and a small puddle starting to form underneath her. “So, you want tribute, right?”
The cat-demon turned her nose up. “Correct. We are owed! Bad, very bad intruders! Filth you are!”
“If I let you play with his balls, will you show us a way to avoid all of these knights?” Despina asked, then hastily added, “and the demons. We need to find a shrunken goddess with a micropenis and kick her ass, and then free an elf girl.”
Marax narrowed her eyes. “You will pay tribute? You swear to us?” In the gloom behind Despina and Jim, the knights began to stir.
“Yes, just get us out of here before these numbskulls wake up.”
“You are intruders, therefore, that is not enough for Marax.”
The princess rolled her eyes. “Alright, I swear on my chastity that you can play with his balls if you safely get us out of here.”
“Despina…” Jim moaned.
“Oh shush, your balls are a small price to pay for safe passage.” She crossed her arms, trying to urge the little demon on. “So, do we have a deal?”
Marax scuttled over to Jim and began prowling around and through his legs, purring deeply. Then she wrapped a tail around his sack, which would’ve felt nice if it wasn’t for the long, thin spikes on the tip. They scratched along Jim’s scrotum until Marax suddenly stopped, and the spikes sank deeply into his nuts near the top. Jim immediately yowled in pain, but Marax simply jerked on his balls that were now pinned to her tail and started walking, leading Jim by his balls. “The filth will follow us, and it will not speak of these paths to anyone if it knows what’s good for it.”
“Not a word,” Despina said.
“Please, let go let go let go letgoletgoletgo,” Jim concurred.
Marax and Despina walked away from him, and left with no other choice, Jim followed after the small cat-demon, gently holding up his balls to at least stop them from dangling. With each movement of his nuts, and a few unfortunate flicks from Marax’s tail, the spikes stuck in his balls tore through his gonads and stirred up their insides. Even worse was that Marax held her tail high, exposing her demonic pussy and butthole to him the entire time. She was dripping wet, and ever so often she would crane her neck to look at him with a mischievous glint in her feline eyes, smiling toothily. Clearly, she was enjoying the misfortune she caused his nuts.
She led them to one of the columns. It seemed to be made out of dark granite and hollowed out on one side. Marax sat inside it and waited. Despina cautiously wedged herself inside and waited.
“Is that it?”
“Our prey must step inside as well. We have a craving to partake of his fruits now.”
“What’s that mean? Despina, what does she mean?” Jim asked nervously.
“Don’t dawdle, Jim! The knights are going to wake up any second!”
He swallowed loudly. “I don’t think we will all fit.”
“Do not be afraid, prey. Trust us, we shall fit.”
“Okay then…” Jim sidled into the hollow space, rubbing up against Despina as Marax deftly curved around their legs. His exposed genitals meant his cock was rubbing up against the princess, which she acknowledged with an exasperated sigh.
The walls around them seemed to shift and move. To Jim, it almost felt like they were undulating, slowly pushing them upwards. He felt his feet leave the ground. Unfortunately, the movement also meant that his dick was rubbing up and down against Despina’s tummy, and quickly, he developed a boner that was poking against the redhead’s navel.
[“Oh Goddess… you have got to be kidding me, put that filthy thing away, ew!”](https://imgur.com/a/Ql2Pq2u)
“I c-can’t, I’m sorry! It’s so tight here, I can’t move my arms, a-and I keep being pushed against you…”
“Well, it’s yours! Do something! Ahhh, eww, the tip’s getting all slimy!”
“S-Sorry…. Aaah… Hnn…”
“No way, are you getting off on this? I swear, Jim, if you cum right now…” She scowled at him, the thick pink head pulsing between them. “Just know that if I could reach your balls right now, I would crush them so hard, you would start screaming at the sight of scrambled eggs for the rest of your life.”
Their little spat was interrupted by Marax sensually talking to herself from between their legs. “Bon appétit to us.” Then she opened her mouth, tried to cram as much of his left testicle inside as she could, and then bit down hard.
“AAAAAAAAH!” Jim screamed his head off, but was entirely unable to move.
“Mrow!” Marax threw her head back and forth as if trying to tear the nut from his sack, purring while smacking a paw at his sack.
“Hahaha, that’s what you get!” Despina taunted. The engorged bellend dribbling precum that was poking out from between her breasts seemed all but forgotten. She watched Jim’s face contort with pain. His piercing shrieks were music to her ears.
Suddenly, they seemed to arrive somewhere, and the weirdly undulating column spat them out onto one of the rafters. Jim immediately collapsed and held what was left of his nuts, while his tormentor pressed her small, human feet against his sack and kicked against his nuts. Then she sat in front of Jim, impassively licking a paw. “Delectable,” she finally said.
Despina giggled and, seeing that Jim would need a minute or two to stop yammering about his balls, let her eye wander. They were high above the floor of the hall. Below, she could see the first knights start to move as they were coming to.
“I take it the tribute was to your liking then. You’re sure they won’t find us up here?” she asked.
“That was not the tribute I require. But more on that later. For now, as these intruders lack the strange charm that protects your companion’s baubles, they will find that they have much bigger problems to face,” Marax replied.
“Strange charm…? You mean Jim’s stupid donkey balls?”
Marax nodded. “They are not only filled with delectable cream but also light mana. It is the first time we have ever seen something so frivolous.”
Despina snorted with laughter. “Hear that Jim? Your balls are frivolous. I’m inclined to agree, but mostly because of their ridiculous size – and the fact that you haven’t been deballed yet.” He only groaned, clearly not in the mood for her banter. “So, boys that don’t have magic nuts like Jim are somehow even worse off here?”
“Indeed. In the underworld, we are all in tune with those crunchy and creamy ovals. Every demoness residing in hell can innately feel where a pair of balls is. And how close they are to breaking.”
Despina was amused, though she also tensed visibly. “And you… are a demon yourself.”
“The filth has only now realized that?”
“But you’re still helping us? You look so different from Malphas, Raum and Aamon, too.”
“I bear the disgusting filth no ill will,” Marax said, making Despina and even the testicularly pained Jim furrow their brows. The little demon sighed. “We speak the truth. You intruders don’t know the laws of the underworld, the hierarchy we find ourselves subject to… We are merely a baroness, the second-lowest form of demon there is…” she mumbled. Almost as soon as she finished, Marax spread her human legs wide and curled in on herself, licking herself as if Despina and Jim were beneath her concern. Startled, Jim noticed that she wasn’t grooming herself as her lower half had no fur – she was dragging her tongue along her pussy.
“W-wait, what did you just say?” Despina asked. “You’re a baroness…? What does that mean?” Marax ignored the princess in favour of eating herself out. Jim and Despina could see all four of her nipples harden. “Stop tasting yourself and answer me!” the princess demanded with a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
“Watch. They have started.” The feline demoness turned her attention to the knights below. Embarrassed and irritated, Despina and Jim followed her gaze.
Below them, the knights had formed a circle, shields in hand and weapons pointed to a wild group of demons that threw themselves at the knights with wild abandon. Some were human-looking like Raum, but others were… stranger.
“Do you see the intruder closest to us?” The knight Marax pointed out for them was screaming and flailing around. Between his legs, something that looked like a fuzzy, puppy-sized caterpillar with little arms was attached to his groin. The caterpillar-demon had large eyes with black sclera and white pupils, as well as a human mouth with little mandibles. That mouth was currently biting down and chewing on his genitals. “He has been claimed by a knight of hell. They are the lowest form of demon, freshly born anew from the hall of sleet. That she has been granted a pair of man-fruits is very fortunate for her. As soon as she has cracked his baubles to disable him, she will drag him to the hall of hunger, the pits as most call them, where she will feast on his testes over and over again, growing stronger through his pneuma. She will then transform into a baroness, much like ourselves.”
Jim and Despina watched the grisly spectacle below. It was a slaughter, except the only victims were testicles. It was clear the demonesses couldn’t be hurt by the men, as every wound closed immediately, and they used that fact to toy with their balls to their heart’s content. Pair by pair, however, the knights had their manhoods kicked, punched, mauled or gored so much that any fight left them. Each of the men were getting popped, ruptured and ruined and then dragged away by their broken balls, always at the mercy of the demonesses that had castrated them. Next to Jim holding his balls as much in pain as in sympathy, Despina had knelt down and thrust a hand down her own pants, rubbing herself furiously.
“I see,” she gasped, “but once they’ve pop- popped a boy, isn’t that it?”
“The nature of this place means that balls can be instantly put back together again, so a demoness may break them once more.” Despina moaned a little. “The man’s pneuma, the base material of his soul, suffuses this place, the demoness and his own fruits, powering them until his soul is diminished. He is nothing more than a mindless, broken slave after that.”
“Awesome…” Despina mumbled as she watched the brutal ball-slaughter below, entirely transfixed by the spectacle.
“That’s horrible!” Jim squeaked but that seemed to only encourage Despina to frig her flower even more while Marax just gave him a profound look.
“It is the natural way of the underworld.”
“Nothing about this is natural!” Jim protested. Unfortunately, with his own currently aching like a living pin cushion, he wasn’t particularly convincing. At least he wasn’t as badly hurt as before, and his healing had already kicked in.
“S-so what comes after a baroness?” Despina asked, cheeks flush.
“The filth has already met them. They are the countesses, such as Raum, Malphas and Aamon – though the seven ravens are a special case. You see one on the left, grinding and stomping a man’s fruit with her foot.” A demoness, midnight-blue much like she remembered Malphas had been, had grabbed a man’s ankles and was slamming her foot down over and over again into his crotch. Unlike Raum and the others, she wasn’t larger than the man, reaching the average height of a human or elf woman. Not that it mattered when she was squishing her opponent’s gonads against his pelvis with her heel, she and the slippery orbs playing a game to see if they could stay whole.
“Y-yeah, the ones we fought were all taller and more muscular…” Jim said. *And they had bigger boobs, too,* he added in his mind. This guy wouldn’t even be distracted by ginormous swaying breasts that he had to put up with in his fights against the demonesses. It felt a bit unfair.
“The ravens are a well-known group of countesses. They have been around for a long time but refuse to ascend in rank because their form makes infiltrating the realms of you mortal fools easier. After the countesses are the princesses. None of them have claimed any of this batch of tes- No, wait, there comes one.”
Marax didn’t need to point out this type of demoness, as she stood out like a sore thumb. Instead, the feline demon went back to pleasuring herself with her own tongue. Jim gasped. A princess was apparently a big spider-woman, the size of a car. Eight black legs scuttled over the floor, moving a massive mottled abdomen. But where a spider’s head would be located, instead a woman’s torso began. She was deathly pale, with long black hair and completely black eyes. Her arms ended in long, spindly hands, a stark contrast to the bloated abdomen. Large, full breasts sagged from her torso, leaking what Jim assumed to be milk.
[The demoness simply rushed into the group of knights, crashing into them.](https://imgur.com/a/JHEmL18) Some tried to slash at her but the chitinous armour on her legs and underside seemed too thick for the knights’ swords to hack through. She struck at two men with her front legs and immediately grabbed them, pulling them in to web them up. In no time at all, she had cocooned them in her webbing, only allowing their heads and their balls to protrude from the greyish-white web. She tied another strand around the base of their sacks, then lifted them by their balls to her human face. She gently caressed the bulging sacks that stretched under the weight of holding their owners up and licked her lips.
With a shuddering, almost questioning *meow*, Marax stopped licking herself. Her mouth was stained from her juices and she was leaking onto the floor, but she had evidently not brought herself to a climax. Unfulfilled, she dispassionately watched Despina masturbate. “Above a princess are two more classes of demons. The filth would do well to pray that they never meet a duchess or queen of hell.”
“I can’t even imagine…” Jim said, shuddering. He inched back from the edge of the rafters and sat up. Finally, his balls had stopped hurting, more or less. There was still a dull thumping where the demoness had bitten into his gonad, but he was used to that level of pain by now, mostly.
“As you can see, Marax is unfortunate for being so low in the hierarchy of the underworld. Poor, poor Marax, always left out in the cold when it comes to nibbling on man-fruits. These two shiny ones were the first she’s tasted in a long time.” She gently stroked Jim’s sack with a paw, making him flinch and hastily stuff his nuts back in his pants.
Despina, still unabashedly flicking her bean to the ballbusting show below, breathily said, “you could have crushed a few knight balls down there, we wouldn’t have minded.”
“Unfortunately, Marax is not allowed… Ever since the empress has come to rule us, all man-fruits are distributed not by who can claim them first, but by who she decrees. Marax has not been privy to one little spot of them, not one crumb of gonad for poor Marax.”
“Oh! Ohhh!” Despina grunted, though Jim didn’t think she was expressing her sympathy for the demoness. “That’s why you’re helping us!” The princess was drooling, had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily.
“The filthy intruders are correct. Therefore, Marax offers the filth a pact. She shall lead the filth to the empress, and the filth shall challenge her for Marax.” The half-cat half-human demoness turned around, spread her legs wide and lifted her tail. She was presenting her sopping wet hole to Jim. “Do you accept the pact?”
“W-what are you…” Jim muttered, trying not to look at the wet demonic pussy.
“If you accept, claim me.”
“B-but, I mean, I can’t just- t-that would be wrong!”
Despina, out of breath and much more agreeable now that she had got herself off, snorted. “I don’t think we have much of a choice, donkey balls. It’s either make a pact with a demon and hope we’re not getting tricked…”
“…or you take on the whole underworld by yourself,” Marax finished, wiggling her hips enticingly.
“B-but…” Jim stuttered. He could see the logic, but still! Then again, could they really afford to fight through hell by themselves? Not to mention, Marax might well turn around and rat them out if he refused. Sighing, he figured he could at least try to be smart about it. “Fine. But I want to add to the terms. First, you will lead us to both Lilith *and* Liriel. Second, you will not betray us directly or indirectly, whether it’s by making other demons aware of our presence or by fighting against us directly. Especially not any… whatever those two classes of demon above a princess are.”
“… that is acceptable.”
“Fine then, just… give me a second.” Jim unzipped his pants, grabbed his dick and gave it a few half-hearted pumps.
“Oh, please, stop pretending like you haven’t been hard the entire time,” Despina said. Still lying on the ground, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, she pulled her leg up and smacked Jim in the balls with her foot. “Stick it in already.”
Embarrassed and rubbing his nuts, he knelt behind Marax. “A-are you sure that… I am pretty big.”
“That is good, the intruder will need to touch my core to forge the pact.”
Jim carefully pressed his cock against her hole, watching the head spread her lips wide. *I really hope this isn’t some kind of unforgivable sin.*
Grabbing the demon’s human hips, he plunged into Marax. She was incredibly tight and warm and welcomed him by gasping a short “Mreow!”. Despite his apprehensions, Jim moaned. He could only fit about a third of his cock inside her pussy before he felt a resistance.
Blinking, he stared at the strange creature stuck on his dick. She looked like one of those silicone pussies with breasts attached, only even more freaky. Somehow, the little demoness had taken his dick.
“I’m… inside…” It took all his restraint to not just start thrusting in and out of the demoness and fuck her with abandon. From the outside, they must have looked ridiculous as his penis was probably as long as Marax was tall. Then her tail curled around until it was below him and stabbed upwards, sinking its spikes into his balls once more.
Jim screamed and he reflexively pushed deeper inside her. His cock produced a bulge on her stomach where he stretched her out. On his inner thigh, a small symbol appeared, mirroring an identical symbol above Marax’ cunt. With that, the pact was sealed, and neither Jim, Despina nor the demoness noticed that they were being watched.
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*I dunno, it kind of feels like Despina likes it here. Weird.*
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“That was…” Despina breathed, her chest heaving. The hardened tips of her chest poked through her shirt.
“…painful…” Jim squeaked.
“…so much fun! Let me rack your nuts some more, I want to see if I can pull that off again!” She reached for the obscenely swollen bulge in Jim’s pants, only to be reminded of her own wounds. She grunted in pain and clutched her side.
“Are… are you OK?”
She scoffed at him, but Jim didn’t think she could even convince herself. “I’m fine, just… gimme those balls.” Determined, the princess grabbed his left nut and jammed her thumb into it, rolling it between her fingers and working the testicle over. “Wow, I thought I saw that demon rack you so hard that she had emptied your basket and left you sterile…” Jim yelped and weakly tried to pry her fingers off of his gonads. Despina wasn’t even bothered by his attempts. “But it’s right there, it feels a bit softer than normal maybe, but even the hole from when Philine ripped the bolt out is almost gone… When we have more time, you should let me stick some things in this bad boy. I want to turn your balls into a pin cushion.”
Jim valiantly tried to divert the princess’s attention when he couldn’t get her to leave his balls alone. “Should- shouldn’t we look after Ina?”
She stopped, her thumb pressing down on his nut so hard the digit turned white. “Oh! Right, hold on…” Despina placed his ball on her flat palm, then smacked her other hand onto it. Jim howled with gut-churning pain, but Despina snorted. “Heh, so squishy… Alright, now I can look after her.”
Green swirls of mana started to wrap around her, weaving in and out of her limbs. With her own groan of pain, Despina got up and walked towards Ina, still holding her side. From the pile of smoking ash that used to be the demoness, she picked up a few of the leather straps she had worn as clothing. Despina brought them over to the prioress and started hog-tieing her.
Then she knelt next to Ina and started caring for her. Jim, meanwhile, tried hard to regain control of basic motor functions and close his mouth so that he might stop drooling into the dust. Remembering how Ina had ‘helped’ him before, he gave his dick a few stealthy tugs when he was sure Despina wasn’t looking, and that helped a little bit. A small part of him wished he could have defeated Aamon the same way he had exorcized Raum. Fucking demons felt, all in all, much better than facing them in a sword fight… even if it was less heroic. Slightly.
He worked himself up to his knees and crawled over to the middle of the room. For the first time since entering, he got a good look at the strange, dark pit in the centre. What he saw was not a hole but a smooth surface, dark as a moonless night. It seemed almost like a hole filled with oil and Jim blew on it, but his breath fogged up and drifted over the surface without disturbing it. Maybe it was hard, like the surface of an ice block?
He didn’t dare touch it, and so, somewhat distracted from the throbbing pain in his nuts, he got up and walked over to Ina and Despina, picking his sword back up on the way. It seemed the auf still hadn’t come to. One of her arms was drenched in blood from a wound on her shoulder. Despina had already tied a makeshift bandage over it from another strap.
“Inacea, come on girl, wake up…”
He watched the princess gently rub her hand. “Do you think Leonia and Philine are OK? I’m worried about them.”
“They have to be,” Despina said and stared at the door for a moment. “I’m sure they’ll walk in here any moment now- Ina! You’re awake!”
The auf groaned and twitched, but didn’t open her eyes. “Hey,” she said weakly. “Guess that means we won…”
“We did. Thanks, Ina, if it wasn’t for you… I couldn’t have defeated Aamon,” Jim said. She just smiled at him through the pain.
“Oh, yes, uhm… I also… I mean, thank you, Jim. For the help… with your nuts...” Despina said and refused to look at him, playing with her hair instead.
“You’re welcome,” he said magnanimously.
“Don’t let it get to your head!” The princess backhanded his balls in a quick sacktap.
“Urgh… Yeah, I won’t…”
“Well, I’m glad we managed to survive that but…” Despina walked towards the dark pit, trying to rub away the pain in her side. She peered over the rim into the inky something. Rubbing his balls in a similar way, Jim limped after her. “Where do we go from here?”
At that moment, the door slammed open with a loud banging, and knights started filtering into the room. “There they are, get them!”
“What…? But, Leonia… and Philine…” Despina watched the approaching knights with a petrified expression, the colour draining from her face. “Does that mean that she… she-” Jim yelled at her, pulling on her arm but the princess couldn’t hear him. Everything seemed to be pushed into the background, becoming muffled and numb as the thought spread in her like icy poison. *Lea must be dead. They must have killed her. She’s gone, and so is Philine. It’s all over.*
*Slap!*
The princess’ face was thrown to the side, and her cheek burned hot. “Did you just…?” she muttered. She swung her hand up into Jim’s sack, her knuckles rapping against his balls.
Jim sank to his knees next to her. “Urgh! G-good, you’re back… oh fuck, my balls…”
“Hmph! That’s what you get!”
“L-look closely, they’re not lead by Badri… Some of them must have rushed ahead! Leonia’s probably fine!”
Despina’s eyes wandered over the knights pouring in, and nowhere was there a goblin to be seen. “Y-yeah, you’re right…”
“Captain?! Captain! You dirty animals, what have you done to Sir William!” one of the knights yelled. He was standing in front of the crater between the former man’s legs, staring in disbelief at the carnage.
“Heh, the same that’s going to happen to y-” With a *twang*, a crossbow fired at her and only due to Jim pulling her down did it miss her chest. “HEY!”
“We’re in no condition to fight all of them,” Jim said. “Ina! Teleport back outside! Find Leonia and Philine!”
The auf was barely conscious, just sitting up visibly strained her. But still, she shouted back over the clatter of boots on the ground. “What will you do?”
Jim helped Despina up and slung his left arm around her hip. His right held the moonsilver sword. “Something very stupid,” he muttered. "We're going to rescue Liri!"
As the first knight came into striking range, Jim held the princess firmly, turned and walked off the edge of the pit. Its surface seemed to flee from them, shrinking back, and they fell faster and faster. He saw his own shadow elongate and stretch before him as if it rushed ahead until finally, the princess and the young hero broke through the surface, climbing through and out of a sinister mirror and into night itself.
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His head swam with darkness as if it was something tangible that could press in on his ears and eyes, dry out his throat and turn the air to a thick mist that resisted his lungs as they inhaled it. Only slowly could he regain some semblance of his own self, as if he was waking from a deep slumber. It helped that his balls felt like someone was pushing thumbtacks into them.
“Ugh…” His groan caused something to move, and the sensation of little needles in his nuts was getting more painful. It was joined by the feeling of something pulling on his ballsack.
Jim forced open an eye and looked down at his body. A small humanoid creature, it was maybe tall enough to reach up to his knee if he stood next to it, was kneeling on his crotch. It had almond-shaped eyes with a slit-like pupil and little, pointy ears with stubby horns. Its entire head, as well as its slender shoulders, arms and paws were covered in fine, black fur. The fur continued in a small band down its back, ending in a thin, spiky tail.
The rest of its body was covered in regular, if pale, skin, including the four small bumps on its chest – her chest, Jim mentally corrected himself when she turned around and flaunted a pale, smooth pussy as dark as the fur on her head. This strange (and very naked) half-human, half-cat creature had its feline head stuck down Jim’s crotch. It had already undone the buttons on his pants and was biting one of his balls. The fat gonad was almost as big as her head and she struggled pulling it from his pants with her mouth, pushing off of his dick with her paws.
She was growling slightly as she pulled on his testicle, seemingly growing more and more frustrated that she could not pull her prey free. As a result, she bit down harder and harder, her little teeth sinking deep into the flesh of his testicle.
“AH!” Jim jerked upright, grabbing the little creature by the scruff of her neck and lifting her from his nuts. Unfortunately, she did not let get of his ball, so the only thing he achieved was to help her free his balls from his pants. “Let go!” He shook the little creature, and that seemed to convince her to spit out his manhood. With a relieved sigh, he let his captive touch the floor, only to immediately regret it. She spun in his hands and wiggled free, landing with her (rather human) butt on his balls. Immediately, the little creature hissed and kicked at his balls with her human feet, while her cat-like paws bared their claws and swiped at his scrotum, as if she was now trying to cut his nuts to ribbons.
“Stop! My balls!” Jim curled up, clutching his nuts and [the creature hopped a few inches back, then sat on her butt, legs curled up to her body like a cat.](https://imgur.com/a/lsI9ag8) Which also meant she was exposing her dark slit to him as he nursed his filleted nuts.
“Intruders bring shiny baubles to the hall of shadows, yes. Big and quivering, waiting to be cracked open and have their cream licked. They better pay us tribute and let us play with the baubles if they know what is good for them.”
“Stay away from me! What even are you?!”
“Intruders are very rude. They do not even know Marax' name, despite us welcoming all the demons and all the mortals coming to the underworld. Maybe we should scream and cry and have all the demons descend upon them, so they may be beaten and bruised and bashed and broken.”
“OK! OK, uh, I’m sorry? Please don’t do that,” he said. Jim took a moment to look around. Despina was a mess of red locks on the ground next to him, only just coming to. They were in a dark hall of sorts, the rough-hewn stone on the floors were warm and worn down from time. Thick stone columns littered the hall in irregular intervals, and almost all of it lay in shadow. Stony rafters connected the columns high up near the ceiling. The surrounding shadows seemed to move, flitting about whenever Jim wasn’t directly looking at them. They seemed almost alive, and Jim started to think he could hear them whisper to each other.
“The lost ones have started gathering,” Marax said, watching the spirits in the shadows. “They are what remains of those who have ended up here without being claimed by a mistress. Most often because they do not carry a sack full of baubles.”
The… girl? cat-demon? Jim scratched his head – Marax was staring intently at his crotch while her tail swished side to side. She had left four small but deep bite marks on his right testicle, which now glowed. In fact, his entire ballsack was lit up like a disturbing Christmas decoration, rather than just the small marks that needed to heal. “What the hell…?”
“I bet those will come in handy down here,” a groggy Despina said.
“Oh! You’re awake!”
She nodded. “I heard most of what you said, I think, I just couldn’t… it’s like this place is trying to drown out my thoughts, if that makes sense.”
“It does,” Marax said. “You are not welcome here, filthy intruder. You neither bring shiny baubles like he does, nor are you a daughter of her empress. You should not be here!”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!” Despina yelled and angrily stomped towards Marax, only to be held back by Jim.
“Despina, wait! Look over there, the knights must have followed us! They’re going to wake up if you make a ruckus! Goddess, there are more than I thought…” As his eyes wandered over the silhouettes of the knights he hadn’t noticed at first, wondering if they could take on that many people, he felt Despina reach for his nutsack and start squeezing his left ball. “Ouf…! Despina… why…”
She glared at him. “If you can cop a feel, so can I!” She emphasized it by rubbing her thumb up and down his sack, wrinkling and stretching his scrotum along his left testicle. He looked back at her and only then understood – when holding her back, he had accidentally grabbed her chest.
He instantly let go. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, urgh, grab your breast! I didn’t even feel anything, I swear!”
“WHAT? ARE YOU CALLING ME FLAT?!” She jammed her thumb deep into the meat of his testicle and Jim folded around her hand like a wet towel.
“S-so…rry…”
“Hmph!” Reluctantly, she let go and turned to Marax. She was still sitting in the exact same pose, bearing all for them to see. Despina couldn’t help but notice a certain wet sheen to her sex, and a small puddle starting to form underneath her. “So, you want tribute, right?”
The cat-demon turned her nose up. “Correct. We are owed! Bad, very bad intruders! Filth you are!”
“If I let you play with his balls, will you show us a way to avoid all of these knights?” Despina asked, then hastily added, “and the demons. We need to find a shrunken goddess with a micropenis and kick her ass, and then free an elf girl.”
Marax narrowed her eyes. “You will pay tribute? You swear to us?” In the gloom behind Despina and Jim, the knights began to stir.
“Yes, just get us out of here before these numbskulls wake up.”
“You are intruders, therefore, that is not enough for Marax.”
The princess rolled her eyes. “Alright, I swear on my chastity that you can play with his balls if you safely get us out of here.”
“Despina…” Jim moaned.
“Oh shush, your balls are a small price to pay for safe passage.” She crossed her arms, trying to urge the little demon on. “So, do we have a deal?”
Marax scuttled over to Jim and began prowling around and through his legs, purring deeply. Then she wrapped a tail around his sack, which would’ve felt nice if it wasn’t for the long, thin spikes on the tip. They scratched along Jim’s scrotum until Marax suddenly stopped, and the spikes sank deeply into his nuts near the top. Jim immediately yowled in pain, but Marax simply jerked on his balls that were now pinned to her tail and started walking, leading Jim by his balls. “The filth will follow us, and it will not speak of these paths to anyone if it knows what’s good for it.”
“Not a word,” Despina said.
“Please, let go let go let go letgoletgoletgo,” Jim concurred.
Marax and Despina walked away from him, and left with no other choice, Jim followed after the small cat-demon, gently holding up his balls to at least stop them from dangling. With each movement of his nuts, and a few unfortunate flicks from Marax’s tail, the spikes stuck in his balls tore through his gonads and stirred up their insides. Even worse was that Marax held her tail high, exposing her demonic pussy and butthole to him the entire time. She was dripping wet, and ever so often she would crane her neck to look at him with a mischievous glint in her feline eyes, smiling toothily. Clearly, she was enjoying the misfortune she caused his nuts.
She led them to one of the columns. It seemed to be made out of dark granite and hollowed out on one side. Marax sat inside it and waited. Despina cautiously wedged herself inside and waited.
“Is that it?”
“Our prey must step inside as well. We have a craving to partake of his fruits now.”
“What’s that mean? Despina, what does she mean?” Jim asked nervously.
“Don’t dawdle, Jim! The knights are going to wake up any second!”
He swallowed loudly. “I don’t think we will all fit.”
“Do not be afraid, prey. Trust us, we shall fit.”
“Okay then…” Jim sidled into the hollow space, rubbing up against Despina as Marax deftly curved around their legs. His exposed genitals meant his cock was rubbing up against the princess, which she acknowledged with an exasperated sigh.
The walls around them seemed to shift and move. To Jim, it almost felt like they were undulating, slowly pushing them upwards. He felt his feet leave the ground. Unfortunately, the movement also meant that his dick was rubbing up and down against Despina’s tummy, and quickly, he developed a boner that was poking against the redhead’s navel.
[“Oh Goddess… you have got to be kidding me, put that filthy thing away, ew!”](https://imgur.com/a/Ql2Pq2u)
“I c-can’t, I’m sorry! It’s so tight here, I can’t move my arms, a-and I keep being pushed against you…”
“Well, it’s yours! Do something! Ahhh, eww, the tip’s getting all slimy!”
“S-Sorry…. Aaah… Hnn…”
“No way, are you getting off on this? I swear, Jim, if you cum right now…” She scowled at him, the thick pink head pulsing between them. “Just know that if I could reach your balls right now, I would crush them so hard, you would start screaming at the sight of scrambled eggs for the rest of your life.”
Their little spat was interrupted by Marax sensually talking to herself from between their legs. “Bon appétit to us.” Then she opened her mouth, tried to cram as much of his left testicle inside as she could, and then bit down hard.
“AAAAAAAAH!” Jim screamed his head off, but was entirely unable to move.
“Mrow!” Marax threw her head back and forth as if trying to tear the nut from his sack, purring while smacking a paw at his sack.
“Hahaha, that’s what you get!” Despina taunted. The engorged bellend dribbling precum that was poking out from between her breasts seemed all but forgotten. She watched Jim’s face contort with pain. His piercing shrieks were music to her ears.
Suddenly, they seemed to arrive somewhere, and the weirdly undulating column spat them out onto one of the rafters. Jim immediately collapsed and held what was left of his nuts, while his tormentor pressed her small, human feet against his sack and kicked against his nuts. Then she sat in front of Jim, impassively licking a paw. “Delectable,” she finally said.
Despina giggled and, seeing that Jim would need a minute or two to stop yammering about his balls, let her eye wander. They were high above the floor of the hall. Below, she could see the first knights start to move as they were coming to.
“I take it the tribute was to your liking then. You’re sure they won’t find us up here?” she asked.
“That was not the tribute I require. But more on that later. For now, as these intruders lack the strange charm that protects your companion’s baubles, they will find that they have much bigger problems to face,” Marax replied.
“Strange charm…? You mean Jim’s stupid donkey balls?”
Marax nodded. “They are not only filled with delectable cream but also light mana. It is the first time we have ever seen something so frivolous.”
Despina snorted with laughter. “Hear that Jim? Your balls are frivolous. I’m inclined to agree, but mostly because of their ridiculous size – and the fact that you haven’t been deballed yet.” He only groaned, clearly not in the mood for her banter. “So, boys that don’t have magic nuts like Jim are somehow even worse off here?”
“Indeed. In the underworld, we are all in tune with those crunchy and creamy ovals. Every demoness residing in hell can innately feel where a pair of balls is. And how close they are to breaking.”
Despina was amused, though she also tensed visibly. “And you… are a demon yourself.”
“The filth has only now realized that?”
“But you’re still helping us? You look so different from Malphas, Raum and Aamon, too.”
“I bear the disgusting filth no ill will,” Marax said, making Despina and even the testicularly pained Jim furrow their brows. The little demon sighed. “We speak the truth. You intruders don’t know the laws of the underworld, the hierarchy we find ourselves subject to… We are merely a baroness, the second-lowest form of demon there is…” she mumbled. Almost as soon as she finished, Marax spread her human legs wide and curled in on herself, licking herself as if Despina and Jim were beneath her concern. Startled, Jim noticed that she wasn’t grooming herself as her lower half had no fur – she was dragging her tongue along her pussy.
“W-wait, what did you just say?” Despina asked. “You’re a baroness…? What does that mean?” Marax ignored the princess in favour of eating herself out. Jim and Despina could see all four of her nipples harden. “Stop tasting yourself and answer me!” the princess demanded with a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
“Watch. They have started.” The feline demoness turned her attention to the knights below. Embarrassed and irritated, Despina and Jim followed her gaze.
Below them, the knights had formed a circle, shields in hand and weapons pointed to a wild group of demons that threw themselves at the knights with wild abandon. Some were human-looking like Raum, but others were… stranger.
“Do you see the intruder closest to us?” The knight Marax pointed out for them was screaming and flailing around. Between his legs, something that looked like a fuzzy, puppy-sized caterpillar with little arms was attached to his groin. The caterpillar-demon had large eyes with black sclera and white pupils, as well as a human mouth with little mandibles. That mouth was currently biting down and chewing on his genitals. “He has been claimed by a knight of hell. They are the lowest form of demon, freshly born anew from the hall of sleet. That she has been granted a pair of man-fruits is very fortunate for her. As soon as she has cracked his baubles to disable him, she will drag him to the hall of hunger, the pits as most call them, where she will feast on his testes over and over again, growing stronger through his pneuma. She will then transform into a baroness, much like ourselves.”
Jim and Despina watched the grisly spectacle below. It was a slaughter, except the only victims were testicles. It was clear the demonesses couldn’t be hurt by the men, as every wound closed immediately, and they used that fact to toy with their balls to their heart’s content. Pair by pair, however, the knights had their manhoods kicked, punched, mauled or gored so much that any fight left them. Each of the men were getting popped, ruptured and ruined and then dragged away by their broken balls, always at the mercy of the demonesses that had castrated them. Next to Jim holding his balls as much in pain as in sympathy, Despina had knelt down and thrust a hand down her own pants, rubbing herself furiously.
“I see,” she gasped, “but once they’ve pop- popped a boy, isn’t that it?”
“The nature of this place means that balls can be instantly put back together again, so a demoness may break them once more.” Despina moaned a little. “The man’s pneuma, the base material of his soul, suffuses this place, the demoness and his own fruits, powering them until his soul is diminished. He is nothing more than a mindless, broken slave after that.”
“Awesome…” Despina mumbled as she watched the brutal ball-slaughter below, entirely transfixed by the spectacle.
“That’s horrible!” Jim squeaked but that seemed to only encourage Despina to frig her flower even more while Marax just gave him a profound look.
“It is the natural way of the underworld.”
“Nothing about this is natural!” Jim protested. Unfortunately, with his own currently aching like a living pin cushion, he wasn’t particularly convincing. At least he wasn’t as badly hurt as before, and his healing had already kicked in.
“S-so what comes after a baroness?” Despina asked, cheeks flush.
“The filth has already met them. They are the countesses, such as Raum, Malphas and Aamon – though the seven ravens are a special case. You see one on the left, grinding and stomping a man’s fruit with her foot.” A demoness, midnight-blue much like she remembered Malphas had been, had grabbed a man’s ankles and was slamming her foot down over and over again into his crotch. Unlike Raum and the others, she wasn’t larger than the man, reaching the average height of a human or elf woman. Not that it mattered when she was squishing her opponent’s gonads against his pelvis with her heel, she and the slippery orbs playing a game to see if they could stay whole.
“Y-yeah, the ones we fought were all taller and more muscular…” Jim said. *And they had bigger boobs, too,* he added in his mind. This guy wouldn’t even be distracted by ginormous swaying breasts that he had to put up with in his fights against the demonesses. It felt a bit unfair.
“The ravens are a well-known group of countesses. They have been around for a long time but refuse to ascend in rank because their form makes infiltrating the realms of you mortal fools easier. After the countesses are the princesses. None of them have claimed any of this batch of tes- No, wait, there comes one.”
Marax didn’t need to point out this type of demoness, as she stood out like a sore thumb. Instead, the feline demon went back to pleasuring herself with her own tongue. Jim gasped. A princess was apparently a big spider-woman, the size of a car. Eight black legs scuttled over the floor, moving a massive mottled abdomen. But where a spider’s head would be located, instead a woman’s torso began. She was deathly pale, with long black hair and completely black eyes. Her arms ended in long, spindly hands, a stark contrast to the bloated abdomen. Large, full breasts sagged from her torso, leaking what Jim assumed to be milk.
[The demoness simply rushed into the group of knights, crashing into them.](https://imgur.com/a/JHEmL18) Some tried to slash at her but the chitinous armour on her legs and underside seemed too thick for the knights’ swords to hack through. She struck at two men with her front legs and immediately grabbed them, pulling them in to web them up. In no time at all, she had cocooned them in her webbing, only allowing their heads and their balls to protrude from the greyish-white web. She tied another strand around the base of their sacks, then lifted them by their balls to her human face. She gently caressed the bulging sacks that stretched under the weight of holding their owners up and licked her lips.
With a shuddering, almost questioning *meow*, Marax stopped licking herself. Her mouth was stained from her juices and she was leaking onto the floor, but she had evidently not brought herself to a climax. Unfulfilled, she dispassionately watched Despina masturbate. “Above a princess are two more classes of demons. The filth would do well to pray that they never meet a duchess or queen of hell.”
“I can’t even imagine…” Jim said, shuddering. He inched back from the edge of the rafters and sat up. Finally, his balls had stopped hurting, more or less. There was still a dull thumping where the demoness had bitten into his gonad, but he was used to that level of pain by now, mostly.
“As you can see, Marax is unfortunate for being so low in the hierarchy of the underworld. Poor, poor Marax, always left out in the cold when it comes to nibbling on man-fruits. These two shiny ones were the first she’s tasted in a long time.” She gently stroked Jim’s sack with a paw, making him flinch and hastily stuff his nuts back in his pants.
Despina, still unabashedly flicking her bean to the ballbusting show below, breathily said, “you could have crushed a few knight balls down there, we wouldn’t have minded.”
“Unfortunately, Marax is not allowed… Ever since the empress has come to rule us, all man-fruits are distributed not by who can claim them first, but by who she decrees. Marax has not been privy to one little spot of them, not one crumb of gonad for poor Marax.”
“Oh! Ohhh!” Despina grunted, though Jim didn’t think she was expressing her sympathy for the demoness. “That’s why you’re helping us!” The princess was drooling, had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily.
“The filthy intruders are correct. Therefore, Marax offers the filth a pact. She shall lead the filth to the empress, and the filth shall challenge her for Marax.” The half-cat half-human demoness turned around, spread her legs wide and lifted her tail. She was presenting her sopping wet hole to Jim. “Do you accept the pact?”
“W-what are you…” Jim muttered, trying not to look at the wet demonic pussy.
“If you accept, claim me.”
“B-but, I mean, I can’t just- t-that would be wrong!”
Despina, out of breath and much more agreeable now that she had got herself off, snorted. “I don’t think we have much of a choice, donkey balls. It’s either make a pact with a demon and hope we’re not getting tricked…”
“…or you take on the whole underworld by yourself,” Marax finished, wiggling her hips enticingly.
“B-but…” Jim stuttered. He could see the logic, but still! Then again, could they really afford to fight through hell by themselves? Not to mention, Marax might well turn around and rat them out if he refused. Sighing, he figured he could at least try to be smart about it. “Fine. But I want to add to the terms. First, you will lead us to both Lilith *and* Liriel. Second, you will not betray us directly or indirectly, whether it’s by making other demons aware of our presence or by fighting against us directly. Especially not any… whatever those two classes of demon above a princess are.”
“… that is acceptable.”
“Fine then, just… give me a second.” Jim unzipped his pants, grabbed his dick and gave it a few half-hearted pumps.
“Oh, please, stop pretending like you haven’t been hard the entire time,” Despina said. Still lying on the ground, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, she pulled her leg up and smacked Jim in the balls with her foot. “Stick it in already.”
Embarrassed and rubbing his nuts, he knelt behind Marax. “A-are you sure that… I am pretty big.”
“That is good, the intruder will need to touch my core to forge the pact.”
Jim carefully pressed his cock against her hole, watching the head spread her lips wide. *I really hope this isn’t some kind of unforgivable sin.*
Grabbing the demon’s human hips, he plunged into Marax. She was incredibly tight and warm and welcomed him by gasping a short “Mreow!”. Despite his apprehensions, Jim moaned. He could only fit about a third of his cock inside her pussy before he felt a resistance.
Blinking, he stared at the strange creature stuck on his dick. She looked like one of those silicone pussies with breasts attached, only even more freaky. Somehow, the little demoness had taken his dick.
“I’m… inside…” It took all his restraint to not just start thrusting in and out of the demoness and fuck her with abandon. From the outside, they must have looked ridiculous as his penis was probably as long as Marax was tall. Then her tail curled around until it was below him and stabbed upwards, sinking its spikes into his balls once more.
Jim screamed and he reflexively pushed deeper inside her. His cock produced a bulge on her stomach where he stretched her out. On his inner thigh, a small symbol appeared, mirroring an identical symbol above Marax’ cunt. With that, the pact was sealed, and neither Jim, Despina nor the demoness noticed that they were being watched.
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*I dunno, it kind of feels like Despina likes it here. Weird.*
