Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 76
Chapter 76 – content: >!monster girl, castration, general violence!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“What’s that sound? It’s like… someone pouring buckets of syrup out of a window,” Jim said.
“And it smells really strange, but… I kind of like it,” Despina added.
“The intruders are about to enter the hall of sleet. It is located directly below the hall of hunger, which is the source of such sounds and smells.” Marax’ tail was wrapped tightly around Jim’s balls but for now, she was content with just pulling on his nuts instead of puncturing them with the spikes on her tail again. “This hall is where nascent demons are nurtured and grown.”
The vacant hallway Marax led them through echoed with the distant cries of men that Jim pointedly ignored. Despite calling it a hallway, it was wide enough for one of the ‘princesses’, the spider-like demons to fit through comfortably.
The floor was strangely crusty beneath his feet. It reminded Jim of a rag he had used to catch the copious amounts of nocturnal emissions he expelled his last summer on Earth. A particularly lewd game about a female elf being captured by an orc tribe made him drench a towel so much it went hard as rock throughout the summe, cracking much like this floor.
Wistfully, he thought about how close his first encounter with Liriel had been to that game – except he had actually misunderstood the entire scenario. And how despite that, he had still almost scored with her. It was kind of a miracle she had still given him a chance. Sure, the night of drunken petting in Calvino was great, but what he had really been looking forward to was losing his virginity to Liri. If only he had gone slower that night before they headed into the swamps around Gimeit.
“And here we are,” Marax said, jolting him out of his daydreams. “The first stop on the intruder’s path to the empress, the hall of sleet.”
They stood at the entrance to a vast open field pockmarked with craters and pools. [From far above them, thick waterfalls of a whitish slurry poured and crashed into fetid pools, burbling like bizarre waterworks.](https://imgur.com/a/kdGjJBQ) The screams were *much* louder here.
Jim held his nose. “Goddess, what is that?”
“I know, right?” Despina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Mhmm, it smells nice…”
“As I said, the hall of sleet is below the hall of hunger. It is where all the juices squeezed and squashed out of the underworld’s available man-fruit is collected. As the pneuma is harvested up above, the hall of sleet is much less frequented, except for the knights of hell sipping on the man-juice.”
“Man-fruit…? D-does that mean…” Jim turned pale.
“All of this is nut mush?!” Despina cried with a gasp.
“You are correct,” Marax said. Jim could feel her tail squeeze around the base of his scrotum, squeezing his balls tight against the bottom of his sack. “Up above, the lucky demonesses that snagged themselves a boy pop nuts, crush balls and rupture testicles. All the splashing nutbutter drains down here.”
Despina squealed and ran around the vast landscape of testicular destruction like a child in a candy store. She spun, wondering at the thick coating crushed balls left on rocks all over and, laughing, formed a ‘snow ball’ of a handful of goop she scraped off of the floor. The princess threw it at Marax, hitting her in the side of her face. The thick slime dripped down her head and the demoness grumbled. Despina laughed and turned to explore every nook and cranny of the hall.
“We wouldn’t recommend doing that,” Marax advised Despina.
The princess was squatting next to one of the pools of pulped balls, hand stretched out to dunk a finger into the thick paste. At the demoness’ warning, she hesitated. A hand’s stretch away, something broke the surface of the pool and jumped out like a playful dolphin – except it was one of the strange, caterpillar-like demons Marax had pointed out to them, a knight of hell. It crashed back down into the pool, splashing Despina with testicle remains.
Coughing, she wiped the nut paste from her head. Jim, meanwhile, grew even paler and grabbed his nuts, but Marax quickly calmed him with a yank on his balls. “Do not fret, intruder. The demons still living in the pools are almost blind and deaf in this stage of their development. They only perceive anything disturbing the surface, which is why I stopped your mate from touching it.”
“OK… but can you still let go of my balls,” Jim groaned.
“So as long as the intruders don’t touch the pools, they will be fine. Now please keep going, even if we are leading the filth on secret paths, there is still some distance to be made.” With a sly smirk Jim couldn’t see, she walked on, dragging him behind her by his nuts.
Marax’ tail kept stroking his balls, scratching her spikes along the side of his nutsack. Every so often, one of the spikes would catch on the skin, and Jim would gasp in pain.
“Uh, miss demon? Marax?” Despina said nervously. “What… is that?” She pointed to a strange, lumpy shape rounding one of the pools. It looked vaguely like gigantic slug.
Marax hissed at the sight, her fur standing on end. “Quick, the filth must follow!” She darted off towards a crack in the floor, yanking Jim after her. They crammed themselves into a hole in the ground, formed by overlapping rock. It was tight, but they managed to just about fit into the space – except for Jim’s balls, which Marax had pulled through a slit in the rock so that they hung outside, sprouting from the floor like a lumpy mushroom.
“What’s going on,” Despina hissed.
“Quiet!”
“W-why did pull my balls outside?!”
“I said quiet,” Marax repeated and sat on Jim’s face. Her dark, glistening pussy pressed into his face and made his cock twitch, but it successfully shut him up. Above them, something that sounded like a sighing woman, accompanied by lots of squelches and scratches, closed in on them.
Its shadow blocked the light filtering into their hideaway – not that Jim could see, but the feline demon pressing her folds against his face. He felt Despina grab his arm.
And then the strange creature reached his balls. At first, it was just pressure, lots of pressure. As if a giant had put her foot on his balls and was standing on it with all her weight. Jim moaned into the wetness that sealed his mouth. Then, the pressure released a bit and was replaced by a warm, wet sensation. It felt like his balls had slipped inside something, and that something was quivering and twitching around his nuts, sucking them up. Next came the familiar sensation of a pair of hands. It held onto his balls tightly, squeezing and squishing them down and pressing its fingers into his nuts. Marax wrapped her legs around his head to muffle his cries.
The sensations kept alternating for almost a minute. Then, after more indiscriminate pressure on his nuts, the creature passed, and Despina breathed a sigh of relief. Marax also sighed, but hers sounded much closer to sexual relief.
Slowly, the feline demon slipped off his face. His face was covered in her dark juices and tears streamed down his face. “W-whyyy…” he cried.
“Good, she hasn’t noticed us… let her gain some more distance from us, then we can carry on,” Marax said.
“What was that?” Despina asked.
“A duchess of hell. They are rather slow when they are not feeding on balls, but if she had seen us, rest assured that we wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Why did you pull my balls outside?!” Jim was holding onto the stretched bit of pink skin protruding from his groin and leading outside their hidey-hole.
“To see if she was trying to fool us to come outside. If she had been aware of us, there was no way she would have been able to resist crushing an unclaimed pair of testicles.”
Despina, Marax and finally Jim slipped out of the hole, looking after the strange demoness. She looked vaguely like a certain slug-like alien that someone had stuck hands, boobs and pussies all over. In fact, the duchess looked even more like a slug since she drew a slimy trail of her juices after her. It made Jim shiver, but Marax was already pulling on his now much flatter and much more bruised balls to carry on.
Despina grumbled and followed after her. “You keep hogging his nuts all to yourself…”
“The privilege of a pact,” she simply said.
“Is all of this really necessary?” Jim asked.
“Look, Jim, believe me, I’m just as annoyed as you are, but if the pact says only she gets to rough up your toys we have to respect that. You’ve heard Marax’ plight, she doesn’t have any other balls to let off some steam here, you can’t keep yammering about your nut-”
“No! I mean, these pools of… destroyed manhoods… it’s making me sick…”
Despina put her hands on her hips. “Oh please, you’re being melodramatic.”
“Yes, it is necessary. As I have explained, the underworld is fuelled by the pneuma harvested from broken testicles. It is what is keeping this place intact, it supplies demonesses with magic, it facilitates our immortality. All of these crushed balls represent our way of life, our very nature.” The feline demon glared at Jim but thankfully let him off with just a warning squeeze of his own manhood.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful… It’s just, uh… tough not to feel horrified at the idea that so many men are losing their balls up there that it drips down here in waterfalls…”
“It isn’t, though?” Despina asked. “Tough not to feel horrified, I mean. Yeah, demons are bad, no offence, Marax.” The demoness didn’t dignify that with a response and stuck her nose up in the air. “But balls are meant to pop. That’s why they dangle between your legs, so vulnerable and weak. So that any girl can grab them and hurt them. It doesn’t seem demons get pregnant like we do, so isn’t this just kind of natural? If you don’t need a man to make any baby-batter, what reason is there to let him keep his testicles?”
Jim was about to argue with her, but the genuine, guileless look on Despina’s face made him reconsider. “Sometimes, I really wonder about you, Despina…”
“Huh? What do you mean? Jim?” Bewildered, Despina ran after Marax and him. She slipped, coating herself in some more ball pap, picked herself up and followed them.
Trudging through the, in Jim’s opinion, desolate space, each of them dwelled on their thoughts. For Despina, they were mostly concerned with the mind-boggling destruction of male genitals that was evident all around her. For Marax, they centred on her hopes of gaining even the slightest advantage from the gamble she took on these mortals. Jim, however, was reflecting on what he came here to do – what he needed to accomplish.
*I hope Liri is OK, I don’t know what to do if Lilith… did things to her. I barely recognized her after she drank that stuff beneath Hôdoburg. She seemed so cold and distant. If I end Lilith, will she go back to how she was before? She has to.* He shook his head in disbelief. *Sure, no problem, Jim. Just go defeat the Goddess that has killed you once before, fetch your slightly menacing dark elf girlfriend and you’ll be home for tea. You have a magic sword after all, so no problem, right?*
He kicked an errant stone away, not even noticing that it bounced over dry rock that wasn’t splattered with destroyed balls. Marax had led them out of the hall of sleet and through a dark tunnel only sparely lit by some sort of glowing moss.
*I don’t even know if she wants me to save her… or still wants me, for that matter. Does she still consider herself my girlfriend? If she doesn’t…* He sighed. *I will have to accept that. I can’t blame her… I cheated on her. If she never met me, she never would have been manipulated by Raum like that, never would have been dragged to hell by Lilith. She said it herself after she saw my memories. That I’m scum, that I lied to her. Why would she ever want to be with me after that. Liriel hates me now, and for good reason. I can only help her escape this place and then… let her live her own life. Stay away from her and not mess it up further.*
A hand grabbed his collar. “Jim, what in the name of Norea do you think you’re doing?” Despina asked.
He blinked and focused on his surroundings. [His right foot was hovering over a strange landscape that looked like… a room made of flesh.](https://imgur.com/a/il5Qnyy) No, a room made of *pussy*. Twitching, dark cunts littered every inch of the room, the walls and the ceiling as well. Demonic juices dripped from the wall like a very aroused dripstone cave.
“Don’t tell me…”
“It seems a new queen of hell has settled in this place. I did not expect that. We will need to cross her to get to our destination.”
“This is a demon?!” Jim asked.
Marax just nodded. He stared at the room filled with vaginas in astonishment, trying and failing to articulate his feelings about it. He had no idea just how… normal Malphas, Raum and Aamon had been in comparison to their demonic sisters.
“Uhm, how are we going to cross this, won’t she notice us as soon as we step on one of her… flowers?” Despina asked, blushing.
“Not if we take one precaution. The higher a demon ascends, the less sharp her mental faculties become. You have already seen it with the duchess we passed. She is almost entirely running on instinct. A queen of hell doesn’t even have sensory organs like eyes or ears. She only reacts to the presence of testicles inside her. As long as we cover the intruder’s balls, we should be-”
“They would be covered if you didn’t pull them out all the time to yank on them!”
“No, simple cloth won’t do. We must hide flesh with flesh,” Marax said and looked at Despina meaningfully. “Of course, We are much too small to hide such gigantic man-fruit inside of me… We know because I have already tried.”
“No,” Despina said flatly. “I refuse.”
Looking forward to finally not having a demon pull on his balls for a bit, Jim put on his best puppy stare and pleaded with the princess. “Despina, please, we need to get across! There’s no other way!”
“No! I won’t… That would be like, like… doing it with you!”
“Hold on, filth,” Marax said with a smirk. “We never said you would have to insert them in your quim.”
“Oh… ooooh!” Stars began to shine in Despina’s eyes. “I see! So then… Yeah, that would work! Alright, I’ll do it!” Eagerly, she knelt in front of Jim.
“Wait, what do you mean, that would work? Despina?”
“Shut up, you better appreciate this. You’ll need to carry me, I won’t be able to walk with your stupid fat donkey balls stuffed in my mouth.” She grabbed his nuts and opened her mouth as wide as she could. “Aaaaaah…”
“Despina, wai- Uh, uhh…”
The princess pressed the two fat nuts against her face, struggling to swallow them. Grunting in frustration, she jammed her fingers into the sensitive back of his testicles, trying to slip them past her lips. But still, they wouldn’t fit. Rather than trying to push them in one by one, the princess bared her teeth and slipped them over his gonads as far as they would go. Then, she started munching on his balls, crushing them down flat so she could work them further into her mouth. It worked, and slowly the princess worked his nuts into her mouth, though at incredible nut pain to Jim.
He cried out, grabbing her hair to stop her, but neither the princess nor Marax were impressed by that. The demon wrapped her spiky around his arm and pulled it back, while Despina kept biting his nuts, chewing them to flat disks to get them inside her mouth. After what felt like an eternity of ballbiting, she finally held his entire nutsack in her mouth. The plump testicles bulged out her cheeks, making her look like a squirrel hiding nuts for the winter.
“Well done. Now, you will need to carry your mate to bring her safely across.”
“I’m… not… her… mate!” Jim groaned in pain. But still, he reached down and reached for Despina’s ankles. After some awkward shuffling, she had her legs on his shoulders and her crotch stuffed into Jim’s face. They could finally make it across.
Jim hesitantly put one foot on the quivering flesh of the demonic room. The slit right next to it contracted as if expecting to be filled with cock, but the strange room showed no other reaction. Sighing in relief, Jim started walking across. Assured that it wouldn’t attack him, he relaxed, until he felt Despina suddenly bite down hard on his balls.
“Aaah!” He fell to his knees, burying his face in Despina’s loins as she gnashed and ground her teeth along his testicles. It felt like she had suddenly decided now was a good time to castrate him. “Despina! Stop! PLEASE!”
But the princess kept chewing on his nuts like they were a fine meal.
With an animalistic growl, he forced himself to his knees and stumbled onwards, going as fast he could while his balls were getting a deep tissue massage by the redhead’s molars. He fell out of the room and fell onto Despina, kicking and screaming, while his balls were at the mercy of her jaws.
“DESPINA STOP! STOP, WE’RE THROUGH!”
With a *pop*, he yanked his balls from her mouth. The princess blinked. “Oh? Right, sure. Good, we made it.”
“Well done,” Marax complimented.
“WHY WERE YOU BITING THEM?!”
“Hm? Oh, uhh… I think the room makes you do weird things. Yeah, the room. Definitely.” As she watched him hold his nuts, the princess licked her lips and stealthily pressed a hand between her legs. “Take your time rubbing your nuts…” the princess sighed.
They watched Jim cry about his balls for about half an hour, then finally pushed on. They were moving much slower now, due to Jim limping and moaning, but eventually they reached a new room. What lay before them was a spectacle to behold, and it almost made him forget the throbbing pain in his nuts.
[A vast, dark void sprinkled with a myriad of tiny stars stretched out before them, bisected by a stairway floating in the nothingness.](https://imgur.com/a/atlnFU6) It looked as if they were in outer space and nothing should prevent them from drifting away and suffocating.
“We have reached the edge of the hall of stars. We would advise not walking off the edge.”
“What is this place? It almost looks like the night sky.” Except, he saw none of the constellations he was familiar with. Not even the view of the night sky he had come to know in Bythos seemed to correspond. There were no two broken moons around them. All the stars, planets and galaxies were wholly unfamiliar. Although most of them seemed to also come in pairs. “This isn't real, is it? You don’t… fall into space if you leave the stairs, right?”
“Doesn't everyone fall into space when they fall? How could you fall if there was no space?” Despina asked as she pondered Jim's half-chewed orbs slowly turning a healthy blue.
“That’s not what I” Jim began, grimacing as he held his aching balls. “I meant space as in the universe, the cosm- ah, never mind.”
“You are standing before the sea of discovery. It has not seen use in a long time and so, there is no one left capable of making full use of its insights. But we assure you, falling here would mean your body and eternal soul would be lost forever.”
A shudder ran down his spine. “What was it used for, back then?”
“It was a way to keep track of mortal men. Each star represents a pair of man-fruit, ripe and eager to be plucked. Legends tell that in ages past, demons could divine their whereabouts in the realms of mortals, whether they belonged to a virgin and, allegedly, even their taste from the position, colour and intensity of these sights.”
“An astrolabe for testicles… a testilabe…” Despina whispered, awestruck.
“But such consultation of the hall of stars is beyond us now. Some rudimentary knowledge survives, such as the planets you can see corresponding to the testicles of mighty beasts, such as dragons. Once, the most daring demonesses went out into the world to offer pacts to the greatest and mightiest pairs the world of mortals held. A pair of dragon testicles is equivalent to an innumerable number of human testicles. How far we have fallen…”
Jim felt a hot, spiky lump settle in his stomach. “Does that mean someone could have watched my every move from here?”
“Like we said, demons nowadays are unable to divine the true meaning of the constellations this room shows. We wouldn’t worry about it.”
“You are correct!” came a booming male voice from far above them. At the end of the stairs, on a distant platform, stood Aramis. The foxkin was so far away that Jim had to squint to make him out. He had his arms crossed and stared at them with a strangely blank expression.
“Aramis!” he gasped.
“I have watched your every move, and I have expected you. I have acquired the knowledge of the ancients to prepare your welcome.” He reached an arm out towards Jim. “Come and meet me at the top, it is time to put you to the test. To see if you are worthy.” The foxkin stepped back, swallowed from sight by the platform.
Despina and Jim looked at each other. He nodded. Whatever regrets he still held, there was no more time to indulge them. The end of their journey was in front of him. All that was left was seeing it through to the end. Jim drew his sword and headed up the stairs.
Except a quick kick from behind stopped him in his tracks. He sank to his knees groaning, brought low by the top of Despina’s foot flattening his testicles once more. “Not so fast, donkey balls. Doesn’t this seem strange to you?”
Sinking to his knees and resting his head on the cool stone stairs to help alleviate the nut pain, Jim groaned a short ‘huh?’ at her.
“He foresaw us coming here? From what you’ve told me of this guy, he doesn’t exactly seem the type to study constellations. Unless it lets him stick his noodle in a girl.”
“It’s probably Lilith talking through him,” he squeaked.
“I don’t know, this seems strange. Why would Lilith be ‘testing’ you? Why doesn’t she just sick her brood of demons on us?”
Groaning, he stood up. “I don’t know, she probably wants me to prove I’m worthy of going up against her. It’s not like we have any other choice, do we? Let’s go.” Grabbing his sword tight, he started climbing the stairs again.
This time, a sharp spike of pain in his left ball made him collapse to the ground. Jim could feel the thin spikes of Marax’ tail stab into and retract from his testicle. “One moment, filth. It seems you know this dangler and are headed upstairs to fight him.”
“Ffffuuuck …” he moaned. “Stop hitting me down there already!” With a small sucking noise, he pulled the spike from his balls. “I’m here to save Aramis…”
“That makes no difference to us. Does that mean you recognize our pact fulfilled? Is this dangler an appropriate substitute for leading you to the empress?”
“Yes, yes, that’s good enough…” His head rested on the cold stone of the stairs.
“Then our pact is fulfilled. We release you, filthy intru… we release you, Jim.” Marax stared longingly at his bruised eggs. As the mark above her pussy faded, Jim’s balls suddenly bulged outwards, almost doubling in size in an instant. The two gonads were now the size of mangoes, visibly straining to hold themselves together. Veins throbbed on his sack, Jim’s scrotum suddenly filled to maximum capacity.
“GAAH, WHAT DID YOU DOOO?!”
“We have released the pact. Usually, a demoness claims part of your pneuma through it, but because I have not claimed it, it has returned to your man-fruit. It seems to have turned entirely into even more cream, filling your sack. We had thought they would explode… We must admit, we are a little disappointed.” Then, with a respectful nod to Despina, the little feline demon turned and walked back the way they had come from.
Despina tilted her head. “Strange little creature… but I guess she did lead us where she said she would. I half expected her to try and cheat us some way. Alright, let’s go, Jim. Come on, what’s the hold up? We have to save Liriel and Aramis and kick a goddess in the goolies! Sack up and follow me!” Despina started climbing the stairs, leaving a moaning Jim to scramble after her. Despite packing his nuts back into his pants, they dragged after him as he crawled, bumping against every step.
Aramis awaited them. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of bloodstained pants and holding onto a crude sabre riddled with gashes and pits. And he was not alone. [Next to the foxkin, a small, dark woman stood with her hands on her hips and gritting her sharp teeth.](https://imgur.com/a/DX3NyWc)
“Lilith!” He hadn’t expected to meet her so soon, but now that he saw her, cold fury spread through his veins like ice.
The goddess was dressed in a black lace top that barely covered her modest chest and left her stomach completely exposed. Tight black leather was wound around her legs and feet but spared her inner thighs, at the centre of which a tiny, delicate pair of panties gingerly cradled her miniscule bulge.
But the ruler of hell didn’t even spare him a glance. “Welcome Despina, it pleases me to see you again. For any woman to make her way to this chamber is a great achievement, and you did it of your own free will to boot. You are truly remarkable.”
“Where is Liriel, Lilith?!” Jim pointed his sword at the dark goddess. “I have come to free her from your clutches and put an end to your reign of terror!”
But instead of the goddess, Aramis answered him. “Make no mistake, Jim. She is not your enemy in this test, I am.”
“Aramis… she’s controlling you, snap out of it!”
“You are wasting your breath. If you want to save Liriel, to be with her… you will need to go through me.” The foxkin and Jim locked eyes. The look on his face made him seem almost unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the shrewd, mischievous man that had become his friend, nothing that reminded Jim of that slightly arrogant jokester that never took anything or anyone too seriously. It was all Lilith’s fault, she had not just taken his lover from him but his friend as well. And he would make her pay.
The two men began circling each other, seizing each other up. Neither dared to commit to the first attack.
Meanwhile, Despina began channelling mana as she addressed the dark goddess. “You can keep your compliments, dark one. Flattery won’t make me not punch the stuffing out of those microscopic balls in your panties.”
“They truly are tiny, aren’t they?” Lilith agreed. “I have my doubts whether a penis this small can even successfully impregnate a girl. It feels almost blasphemous to call it a penis. Calling them little peepee and shrivelled raisins seems more appropriate.”
Lilith admitting her penile inadequacy stunned Despina for a moment. She was not a man, but it went against everything she had ever heard from a penis-haver with a tiny tool. Shouldn’t she claim it wasn’t actually all that small? She acted as if the baby carrot between her legs wasn’t actually hers.
“But even the most useless penis on Bythos is of no concern if you fall here, princess. If anything, your obsession with going for the berries favours me if I know about it. Try not to let your fantasies about torturing these puny plums distract you from the fight. It certainly didn’t help you when Malphas got a hold of you.”
“You know about what happened in Seduttri? How did-”
At some unseen sign, both Aramis and Lilith attacked. The foxkin stepped into Jim’s reach with two short, powerful lunges. For a moment, Jim wondered since when the roguish man had become so muscular, then Aramis smothered the thought under a series of quick, powerful strikes.
Despina was under similar distress. From Lilith’s hand, a thick tendril of darkness burst forth and rushed towards the princess’s head. She was caught off-guard and dove to the side to avoid the magical limb. For a moment, the wound on her side made her gasp and flinch. But as soon as she was up on her feet again, she bellowed out an incantation. Wind mana shot through her limbs and she was gone in an instant, moving before the dark tendril could reach for her again.
A blur of red hair appeared in flashes around Lilith, leaving only mirages of the princess for Lilith to perceive. But the black feeler still came for her, trying to curl around her ankle. As the princess danced around Lilith’s attacks, a second tentacle suddenly burst from the goddess’s other hand. Lilith slammed her hands together, sweeping the dark appendages over the floor.
With a burst of wind, the princess propelled herself up and over the tendrils. Mid-somersault, she grinned at Lilith. The goddess wasn’t smiling back, shooting a third tentacle from her back at the airborne Despina. But if she had hoped that the princess was helpless while in the air, she was wrong. Thrusting her arms downwards, Despina blasted a series of wind spells, rocketing through the air and dodging the sneaky attack.
Lilith’s tendrils tried to follow but Despina was too fast for her. Like a red blur, she appeared in front of Lilith and before she could react, struck her two tiny targets. A regular punch not enhanced by mana made her miniscule balls jiggle in their tight confines and the goddess gasp. The redhead followed up with a brutal uppercut – and this one did carry the power of her wind mana behind it.
The tiny testicles were small enough to each fit between the gaps of her knuckles, smashed against the little goddess’s pelvis. Then, the delayed second impact of her mana followed. The force crushed Lilith’s balls to impossibly flat disks, tore away her panties and made her nub of a penis flap about. The goddess was lifted off her feet by the nut punch, sent airborne through sheer ballbusting force. She sailed through the air with her eyes as wide as dinner plates, thunderstruck from the nut-crunching her tiny balls had just received. And Despina wasn’t done, following after her.
Behind her, the fight between Aramis and Jim seemed to be headed to a similar quick conclusion. Despite his newfound strength, the foxkin was no match for Jim. Jim evaded most attacks with ease, and even a particularly fierce stab towards his heart was deflected by his sword with practised ease.
*He’s easy to read. His attacks are slower than Aamon’s and weaker than Leonia’s. He can’t win against me.*
But still their fight carried on, and as they exchanged blow after blow, Jim came to a harrowing realization. He had no idea how to end the fight, because he didn’t want to hurt his friend. Jim fought through a series of strikes and landed a straight with his free hand, striking Aramis in the jaw. The foxkin staggered back, but as soon as he found his footing, he resumed his attacks.
Jim countered with a kick to his chest next, even sending Aramis sprawling to the floor. But he still got up and kept fighting.
“Aramis! Snap out of it, you’re being controlled!”
“How far are you willing to go, Jim? Will you hurt your friend to save the girl you love?!”
“W-what?”
Aramis launched himself at Jim again, blanketing him in callous attacks that would have left him completely open to a riposte – if only Jim had the heart to slash at him.
With a crack that sounded like that of a whip, Despina whipped her heel up into the crotch of the goddess behind her and immediately turned to deliver a devastating snap kick to her little balls. Lilith’s panties were in tatters and her cherry-sized testicles were mottled with bruises. The kick blasted Lilith backwards and she slid over the ground on her tip-toes from the momentum. She came to a stop and collapsed to the ground, curling up on herself in the fetal position as she nursed her battered gonads.
But strangely enough, she refused to cry out. Despina saw the little goddess open her mouth as if to cry out, wailing in agony over the brutal beatdown her petite member and bollocks endured, but no sound came from her mouth. The princess even saw tears flowing down her face over the agony in her nuts, but she remained silent.
And somehow, Lilith kept attacking the princess with her magic, managing keep control of her spells despite the haze of nut pain. A cluster of tentacles made of darkness launched at her like a spring tide. The redhead launched herself away with both a kick against the ground and by blasting a quick wind spell downwards, zooming across the platform in quick bursts of speed.
She was sweaty and breathing heavily, but grinned like a fool. “Hah, hah, I gotta say! A pair of indestructible nuts is fun! No satisfying pop, but I can just keep wailing on them! Are you choking on them yet?” Despina taunted.
Gritting her teeth so hard that she started to foam at the mouth, Lilith took one hand off of her mini package and made a rude gesture towards the princess. She struggled to breathe, let alone talk, but still managed to squeak at Despina. “Beating these tiny berries will not accompl- GWIH!”
Seeing the opening, Despina didn’t even let her finish. Dodging several tendrils, she launched herself at Lilith, gathered mana in her fist and smashed it into her raisin-sized marbles. Her fist crushed the tiny testicles against the floor and then kept going, punching the goddess’s indestructible balls so hard they were pushed into the floor. She embedded them into the ground, continuously crushed and poked by shards of hard rock digging into the walls of her gonads.
Her miniature penis twitched and spurted an irregular dribble of cum onto the back of Despina’s hand, forced out by the immense pressure the gonads were under. Nut pain travelled up the cords of her balls until it reached her brain. Lilith collapsed back to the floor, convulsing as if she had a seizure, overwhelmed by the torment of her testicles. Despina couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the goddess writhe, unable to even hold her balls while they were encased in sharp rock, her little sack stretching away from beneath her teeny tiny penis. All her tossing back and forth got Lilith were the rocks painfully prodding and poking into her abused nuts.
Jim’s sword crashed against Aramis’s sabre, making the weapons reverberate. Unlike before, Jim suddenly stepped in close and slid his sword down until the blade was pressed against Aramis’s crossguard. He hooked his own under the foxkin’s and twisted the handle, forcing the weapon from his friend’s hand. Jim quickly kicked it away. It sailed over the edge of the platform, plummeting to the dark depths.
Jim struck the foxkin’s chest with the pommel of his sword, felling him once more. He knelt on his chest and pointed the tip of his sword at Aramis’s throat. “Surrender! I’ve won!”
The foxkin chuckled darkly. “You really are a fool, Jim. I’ve left behind my comfy little life in Calvino because of you, you know. To help you escape. And look where I ended up! A slave to demons, to be tortured by them in hell! Because of you! And now you don’t even have the decency to end me? Do it already! End this fight and kill me!” He threw a punch at Jim, who twisted the sword away to avoid accidentally stabbing Aramis.
“Stop! That’s not you talking! Why would Aramis want me to kill him?!”
“To save me from the suffering!” He weakly punched Jim’s arm. “Or to deny the demons my soul! That’s one way to defeat them, right? Deprive them of men to torture, so their little soul mill grinds to a halt!” His gut punches made Jim’s hands waver, and his blade hovered over the foxkin’s throat. “But that’s all bullshit, isn’t it? How about this: to prove who you really are! How weak you are! That you can never save **anyone**!” Aramis struggled against Jim, trying to reach his throat. In his distress, Jim pressed the flat of his blade against Aramis throat. He immediately stopped struggling.
Something that looked like black smoke rose from his mouth and the foxkin blinked twice. His eyes settled on Jim as if he was seeing him for the first time. Choked by the blade, he croaked out, “Jim…? Is that you?”
Before he could answer, another voice rang out in the hall.
“That will be enough.”
From all around them, vicious bramble vines erupted out of the ground. They wound around all four of them, lifting them into the air and blanketing them with black thorns. The vines grew tight around Jim’s limbs, throat and his bulging balls, so tight that it made him drop the sword. The tip sank into the platform, vibrating.
But despite the tight hold, none of the wicked-looking thorns pierced him. Each and every one stopped a hair’s breadth from his face or body. Which meant that if he moved at all, he would impale himself on a myriad of thorns.
For a moment, all was silent. Then, soft footsteps headed down the stairs, approaching them. They belonged to Liriel, covered in tight black plant matter that looked almost like leather. Thorns protruded from every inch of its surface and on her head were two outgrowths, almost like horns, shooting off into lots of little barbs. [Her eyes were as dark as a moonless night.](https://imgur.com/a/oetuiY6)
She walked first towards the princess, ignoring Lilith, and studied her. Liriel inclined her head. “It is good to see you again, Despina. Face to face this time, rather than through my puppet.” A vine gently caressed Despina’s cheek and the princess went slack. Her eyes glazed over and she started to drool. “I see, so that is what happened… at least he did not lie with you, or Inacea, or Philine…”
Then, she walked over Aramis, who watched her with a mixture of fear and something else on his face – to Jim he looked almost melancholic, as if he pitied her. She gently touched one of his feet and merely said, “Sleep,” and Aramis obeyed.
Finally, she came to Jim. He looked deeply into her pitch-black eyes. He tried to swallow and felt a lump in his throat. “Welcome home, Jim. I expected you earlier,” she said with a small smile.
“H-home?” He swallowed nervously. “Liri, what’s going on here? This… this is all wrong.”
“You mean my two puppets? I apologize for the little fib. But I had to make sure.”
“Make sure? Of what, Liri?”
“How far you had fallen, of course. I told you, didn’t I? Back in the spring of darkness beneath Hôdoburg. That you and I deserve each other for our lies.”
“I thought you… I came to save you from Lilith!”
“Of course you have. Yet another reason to give you an opportunity to fight her, right? Because that’s what the heroes in your old world would do. Originally, I had thought to make her try and seduce you, to see if you would lie with her… but I did not expect Despina to follow you all the way here. But that’s fine, I saw what I needed in her memories. You held back, didn’t you? You were tempted often but rarely gave in. The dwarf… the aswang… the ship captain… little Marax. In the end, you could not satisfy your own lust with any of them. And most importantly, you weren’t willing to kill Aramis to get to me.”
“Of course not, he’s our friend!” But in truth, he had been lucky. If he hadn’t had the moonsilver sword to dispel the magic controlling him… even with the sword, how easily he could have slipped up and dealt Aramis a fatal blow. “What would have happened if I had?”
She smiled. “It was a test to see if you are still the man I fell in love with. But let’s not dwell on that, you have proven yourself. In some ways, you are far more man than I had anticipated,” she said and caressed his obscenely swollen balls. He shuddered at her touch, both from the ache of needing release and his bulging balls being so full that it felt like she was jabbing her fingers into his nuts. “So, are you ready, my love?”
The pit of his stomach felt like it was filled with hot lead. “Ready for what?”
“To join me. An eternity is a long time to spend alone. An empress needs an emperor at her side, after all.”
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“What’s that sound? It’s like… someone pouring buckets of syrup out of a window,” Jim said.
“And it smells really strange, but… I kind of like it,” Despina added.
“The intruders are about to enter the hall of sleet. It is located directly below the hall of hunger, which is the source of such sounds and smells.” Marax’ tail was wrapped tightly around Jim’s balls but for now, she was content with just pulling on his nuts instead of puncturing them with the spikes on her tail again. “This hall is where nascent demons are nurtured and grown.”
The vacant hallway Marax led them through echoed with the distant cries of men that Jim pointedly ignored. Despite calling it a hallway, it was wide enough for one of the ‘princesses’, the spider-like demons to fit through comfortably.
The floor was strangely crusty beneath his feet. It reminded Jim of a rag he had used to catch the copious amounts of nocturnal emissions he expelled his last summer on Earth. A particularly lewd game about a female elf being captured by an orc tribe made him drench a towel so much it went hard as rock throughout the summe, cracking much like this floor.
Wistfully, he thought about how close his first encounter with Liriel had been to that game – except he had actually misunderstood the entire scenario. And how despite that, he had still almost scored with her. It was kind of a miracle she had still given him a chance. Sure, the night of drunken petting in Calvino was great, but what he had really been looking forward to was losing his virginity to Liri. If only he had gone slower that night before they headed into the swamps around Gimeit.
“And here we are,” Marax said, jolting him out of his daydreams. “The first stop on the intruder’s path to the empress, the hall of sleet.”
They stood at the entrance to a vast open field pockmarked with craters and pools. [From far above them, thick waterfalls of a whitish slurry poured and crashed into fetid pools, burbling like bizarre waterworks.](https://imgur.com/a/kdGjJBQ) The screams were *much* louder here.
Jim held his nose. “Goddess, what is that?”
“I know, right?” Despina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Mhmm, it smells nice…”
“As I said, the hall of sleet is below the hall of hunger. It is where all the juices squeezed and squashed out of the underworld’s available man-fruit is collected. As the pneuma is harvested up above, the hall of sleet is much less frequented, except for the knights of hell sipping on the man-juice.”
“Man-fruit…? D-does that mean…” Jim turned pale.
“All of this is nut mush?!” Despina cried with a gasp.
“You are correct,” Marax said. Jim could feel her tail squeeze around the base of his scrotum, squeezing his balls tight against the bottom of his sack. “Up above, the lucky demonesses that snagged themselves a boy pop nuts, crush balls and rupture testicles. All the splashing nutbutter drains down here.”
Despina squealed and ran around the vast landscape of testicular destruction like a child in a candy store. She spun, wondering at the thick coating crushed balls left on rocks all over and, laughing, formed a ‘snow ball’ of a handful of goop she scraped off of the floor. The princess threw it at Marax, hitting her in the side of her face. The thick slime dripped down her head and the demoness grumbled. Despina laughed and turned to explore every nook and cranny of the hall.
“We wouldn’t recommend doing that,” Marax advised Despina.
The princess was squatting next to one of the pools of pulped balls, hand stretched out to dunk a finger into the thick paste. At the demoness’ warning, she hesitated. A hand’s stretch away, something broke the surface of the pool and jumped out like a playful dolphin – except it was one of the strange, caterpillar-like demons Marax had pointed out to them, a knight of hell. It crashed back down into the pool, splashing Despina with testicle remains.
Coughing, she wiped the nut paste from her head. Jim, meanwhile, grew even paler and grabbed his nuts, but Marax quickly calmed him with a yank on his balls. “Do not fret, intruder. The demons still living in the pools are almost blind and deaf in this stage of their development. They only perceive anything disturbing the surface, which is why I stopped your mate from touching it.”
“OK… but can you still let go of my balls,” Jim groaned.
“So as long as the intruders don’t touch the pools, they will be fine. Now please keep going, even if we are leading the filth on secret paths, there is still some distance to be made.” With a sly smirk Jim couldn’t see, she walked on, dragging him behind her by his nuts.
Marax’ tail kept stroking his balls, scratching her spikes along the side of his nutsack. Every so often, one of the spikes would catch on the skin, and Jim would gasp in pain.
“Uh, miss demon? Marax?” Despina said nervously. “What… is that?” She pointed to a strange, lumpy shape rounding one of the pools. It looked vaguely like gigantic slug.
Marax hissed at the sight, her fur standing on end. “Quick, the filth must follow!” She darted off towards a crack in the floor, yanking Jim after her. They crammed themselves into a hole in the ground, formed by overlapping rock. It was tight, but they managed to just about fit into the space – except for Jim’s balls, which Marax had pulled through a slit in the rock so that they hung outside, sprouting from the floor like a lumpy mushroom.
“What’s going on,” Despina hissed.
“Quiet!”
“W-why did pull my balls outside?!”
“I said quiet,” Marax repeated and sat on Jim’s face. Her dark, glistening pussy pressed into his face and made his cock twitch, but it successfully shut him up. Above them, something that sounded like a sighing woman, accompanied by lots of squelches and scratches, closed in on them.
Its shadow blocked the light filtering into their hideaway – not that Jim could see, but the feline demon pressing her folds against his face. He felt Despina grab his arm.
And then the strange creature reached his balls. At first, it was just pressure, lots of pressure. As if a giant had put her foot on his balls and was standing on it with all her weight. Jim moaned into the wetness that sealed his mouth. Then, the pressure released a bit and was replaced by a warm, wet sensation. It felt like his balls had slipped inside something, and that something was quivering and twitching around his nuts, sucking them up. Next came the familiar sensation of a pair of hands. It held onto his balls tightly, squeezing and squishing them down and pressing its fingers into his nuts. Marax wrapped her legs around his head to muffle his cries.
The sensations kept alternating for almost a minute. Then, after more indiscriminate pressure on his nuts, the creature passed, and Despina breathed a sigh of relief. Marax also sighed, but hers sounded much closer to sexual relief.
Slowly, the feline demon slipped off his face. His face was covered in her dark juices and tears streamed down his face. “W-whyyy…” he cried.
“Good, she hasn’t noticed us… let her gain some more distance from us, then we can carry on,” Marax said.
“What was that?” Despina asked.
“A duchess of hell. They are rather slow when they are not feeding on balls, but if she had seen us, rest assured that we wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Why did you pull my balls outside?!” Jim was holding onto the stretched bit of pink skin protruding from his groin and leading outside their hidey-hole.
“To see if she was trying to fool us to come outside. If she had been aware of us, there was no way she would have been able to resist crushing an unclaimed pair of testicles.”
Despina, Marax and finally Jim slipped out of the hole, looking after the strange demoness. She looked vaguely like a certain slug-like alien that someone had stuck hands, boobs and pussies all over. In fact, the duchess looked even more like a slug since she drew a slimy trail of her juices after her. It made Jim shiver, but Marax was already pulling on his now much flatter and much more bruised balls to carry on.
Despina grumbled and followed after her. “You keep hogging his nuts all to yourself…”
“The privilege of a pact,” she simply said.
“Is all of this really necessary?” Jim asked.
“Look, Jim, believe me, I’m just as annoyed as you are, but if the pact says only she gets to rough up your toys we have to respect that. You’ve heard Marax’ plight, she doesn’t have any other balls to let off some steam here, you can’t keep yammering about your nut-”
“No! I mean, these pools of… destroyed manhoods… it’s making me sick…”
Despina put her hands on her hips. “Oh please, you’re being melodramatic.”
“Yes, it is necessary. As I have explained, the underworld is fuelled by the pneuma harvested from broken testicles. It is what is keeping this place intact, it supplies demonesses with magic, it facilitates our immortality. All of these crushed balls represent our way of life, our very nature.” The feline demon glared at Jim but thankfully let him off with just a warning squeeze of his own manhood.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful… It’s just, uh… tough not to feel horrified at the idea that so many men are losing their balls up there that it drips down here in waterfalls…”
“It isn’t, though?” Despina asked. “Tough not to feel horrified, I mean. Yeah, demons are bad, no offence, Marax.” The demoness didn’t dignify that with a response and stuck her nose up in the air. “But balls are meant to pop. That’s why they dangle between your legs, so vulnerable and weak. So that any girl can grab them and hurt them. It doesn’t seem demons get pregnant like we do, so isn’t this just kind of natural? If you don’t need a man to make any baby-batter, what reason is there to let him keep his testicles?”
Jim was about to argue with her, but the genuine, guileless look on Despina’s face made him reconsider. “Sometimes, I really wonder about you, Despina…”
“Huh? What do you mean? Jim?” Bewildered, Despina ran after Marax and him. She slipped, coating herself in some more ball pap, picked herself up and followed them.
Trudging through the, in Jim’s opinion, desolate space, each of them dwelled on their thoughts. For Despina, they were mostly concerned with the mind-boggling destruction of male genitals that was evident all around her. For Marax, they centred on her hopes of gaining even the slightest advantage from the gamble she took on these mortals. Jim, however, was reflecting on what he came here to do – what he needed to accomplish.
*I hope Liri is OK, I don’t know what to do if Lilith… did things to her. I barely recognized her after she drank that stuff beneath Hôdoburg. She seemed so cold and distant. If I end Lilith, will she go back to how she was before? She has to.* He shook his head in disbelief. *Sure, no problem, Jim. Just go defeat the Goddess that has killed you once before, fetch your slightly menacing dark elf girlfriend and you’ll be home for tea. You have a magic sword after all, so no problem, right?*
He kicked an errant stone away, not even noticing that it bounced over dry rock that wasn’t splattered with destroyed balls. Marax had led them out of the hall of sleet and through a dark tunnel only sparely lit by some sort of glowing moss.
*I don’t even know if she wants me to save her… or still wants me, for that matter. Does she still consider herself my girlfriend? If she doesn’t…* He sighed. *I will have to accept that. I can’t blame her… I cheated on her. If she never met me, she never would have been manipulated by Raum like that, never would have been dragged to hell by Lilith. She said it herself after she saw my memories. That I’m scum, that I lied to her. Why would she ever want to be with me after that. Liriel hates me now, and for good reason. I can only help her escape this place and then… let her live her own life. Stay away from her and not mess it up further.*
A hand grabbed his collar. “Jim, what in the name of Norea do you think you’re doing?” Despina asked.
He blinked and focused on his surroundings. [His right foot was hovering over a strange landscape that looked like… a room made of flesh.](https://imgur.com/a/il5Qnyy) No, a room made of *pussy*. Twitching, dark cunts littered every inch of the room, the walls and the ceiling as well. Demonic juices dripped from the wall like a very aroused dripstone cave.
“Don’t tell me…”
“It seems a new queen of hell has settled in this place. I did not expect that. We will need to cross her to get to our destination.”
“This is a demon?!” Jim asked.
Marax just nodded. He stared at the room filled with vaginas in astonishment, trying and failing to articulate his feelings about it. He had no idea just how… normal Malphas, Raum and Aamon had been in comparison to their demonic sisters.
“Uhm, how are we going to cross this, won’t she notice us as soon as we step on one of her… flowers?” Despina asked, blushing.
“Not if we take one precaution. The higher a demon ascends, the less sharp her mental faculties become. You have already seen it with the duchess we passed. She is almost entirely running on instinct. A queen of hell doesn’t even have sensory organs like eyes or ears. She only reacts to the presence of testicles inside her. As long as we cover the intruder’s balls, we should be-”
“They would be covered if you didn’t pull them out all the time to yank on them!”
“No, simple cloth won’t do. We must hide flesh with flesh,” Marax said and looked at Despina meaningfully. “Of course, We are much too small to hide such gigantic man-fruit inside of me… We know because I have already tried.”
“No,” Despina said flatly. “I refuse.”
Looking forward to finally not having a demon pull on his balls for a bit, Jim put on his best puppy stare and pleaded with the princess. “Despina, please, we need to get across! There’s no other way!”
“No! I won’t… That would be like, like… doing it with you!”
“Hold on, filth,” Marax said with a smirk. “We never said you would have to insert them in your quim.”
“Oh… ooooh!” Stars began to shine in Despina’s eyes. “I see! So then… Yeah, that would work! Alright, I’ll do it!” Eagerly, she knelt in front of Jim.
“Wait, what do you mean, that would work? Despina?”
“Shut up, you better appreciate this. You’ll need to carry me, I won’t be able to walk with your stupid fat donkey balls stuffed in my mouth.” She grabbed his nuts and opened her mouth as wide as she could. “Aaaaaah…”
“Despina, wai- Uh, uhh…”
The princess pressed the two fat nuts against her face, struggling to swallow them. Grunting in frustration, she jammed her fingers into the sensitive back of his testicles, trying to slip them past her lips. But still, they wouldn’t fit. Rather than trying to push them in one by one, the princess bared her teeth and slipped them over his gonads as far as they would go. Then, she started munching on his balls, crushing them down flat so she could work them further into her mouth. It worked, and slowly the princess worked his nuts into her mouth, though at incredible nut pain to Jim.
He cried out, grabbing her hair to stop her, but neither the princess nor Marax were impressed by that. The demon wrapped her spiky around his arm and pulled it back, while Despina kept biting his nuts, chewing them to flat disks to get them inside her mouth. After what felt like an eternity of ballbiting, she finally held his entire nutsack in her mouth. The plump testicles bulged out her cheeks, making her look like a squirrel hiding nuts for the winter.
“Well done. Now, you will need to carry your mate to bring her safely across.”
“I’m… not… her… mate!” Jim groaned in pain. But still, he reached down and reached for Despina’s ankles. After some awkward shuffling, she had her legs on his shoulders and her crotch stuffed into Jim’s face. They could finally make it across.
Jim hesitantly put one foot on the quivering flesh of the demonic room. The slit right next to it contracted as if expecting to be filled with cock, but the strange room showed no other reaction. Sighing in relief, Jim started walking across. Assured that it wouldn’t attack him, he relaxed, until he felt Despina suddenly bite down hard on his balls.
“Aaah!” He fell to his knees, burying his face in Despina’s loins as she gnashed and ground her teeth along his testicles. It felt like she had suddenly decided now was a good time to castrate him. “Despina! Stop! PLEASE!”
But the princess kept chewing on his nuts like they were a fine meal.
With an animalistic growl, he forced himself to his knees and stumbled onwards, going as fast he could while his balls were getting a deep tissue massage by the redhead’s molars. He fell out of the room and fell onto Despina, kicking and screaming, while his balls were at the mercy of her jaws.
“DESPINA STOP! STOP, WE’RE THROUGH!”
With a *pop*, he yanked his balls from her mouth. The princess blinked. “Oh? Right, sure. Good, we made it.”
“Well done,” Marax complimented.
“WHY WERE YOU BITING THEM?!”
“Hm? Oh, uhh… I think the room makes you do weird things. Yeah, the room. Definitely.” As she watched him hold his nuts, the princess licked her lips and stealthily pressed a hand between her legs. “Take your time rubbing your nuts…” the princess sighed.
They watched Jim cry about his balls for about half an hour, then finally pushed on. They were moving much slower now, due to Jim limping and moaning, but eventually they reached a new room. What lay before them was a spectacle to behold, and it almost made him forget the throbbing pain in his nuts.
[A vast, dark void sprinkled with a myriad of tiny stars stretched out before them, bisected by a stairway floating in the nothingness.](https://imgur.com/a/atlnFU6) It looked as if they were in outer space and nothing should prevent them from drifting away and suffocating.
“We have reached the edge of the hall of stars. We would advise not walking off the edge.”
“What is this place? It almost looks like the night sky.” Except, he saw none of the constellations he was familiar with. Not even the view of the night sky he had come to know in Bythos seemed to correspond. There were no two broken moons around them. All the stars, planets and galaxies were wholly unfamiliar. Although most of them seemed to also come in pairs. “This isn't real, is it? You don’t… fall into space if you leave the stairs, right?”
“Doesn't everyone fall into space when they fall? How could you fall if there was no space?” Despina asked as she pondered Jim's half-chewed orbs slowly turning a healthy blue.
“That’s not what I” Jim began, grimacing as he held his aching balls. “I meant space as in the universe, the cosm- ah, never mind.”
“You are standing before the sea of discovery. It has not seen use in a long time and so, there is no one left capable of making full use of its insights. But we assure you, falling here would mean your body and eternal soul would be lost forever.”
A shudder ran down his spine. “What was it used for, back then?”
“It was a way to keep track of mortal men. Each star represents a pair of man-fruit, ripe and eager to be plucked. Legends tell that in ages past, demons could divine their whereabouts in the realms of mortals, whether they belonged to a virgin and, allegedly, even their taste from the position, colour and intensity of these sights.”
“An astrolabe for testicles… a testilabe…” Despina whispered, awestruck.
“But such consultation of the hall of stars is beyond us now. Some rudimentary knowledge survives, such as the planets you can see corresponding to the testicles of mighty beasts, such as dragons. Once, the most daring demonesses went out into the world to offer pacts to the greatest and mightiest pairs the world of mortals held. A pair of dragon testicles is equivalent to an innumerable number of human testicles. How far we have fallen…”
Jim felt a hot, spiky lump settle in his stomach. “Does that mean someone could have watched my every move from here?”
“Like we said, demons nowadays are unable to divine the true meaning of the constellations this room shows. We wouldn’t worry about it.”
“You are correct!” came a booming male voice from far above them. At the end of the stairs, on a distant platform, stood Aramis. The foxkin was so far away that Jim had to squint to make him out. He had his arms crossed and stared at them with a strangely blank expression.
“Aramis!” he gasped.
“I have watched your every move, and I have expected you. I have acquired the knowledge of the ancients to prepare your welcome.” He reached an arm out towards Jim. “Come and meet me at the top, it is time to put you to the test. To see if you are worthy.” The foxkin stepped back, swallowed from sight by the platform.
Despina and Jim looked at each other. He nodded. Whatever regrets he still held, there was no more time to indulge them. The end of their journey was in front of him. All that was left was seeing it through to the end. Jim drew his sword and headed up the stairs.
Except a quick kick from behind stopped him in his tracks. He sank to his knees groaning, brought low by the top of Despina’s foot flattening his testicles once more. “Not so fast, donkey balls. Doesn’t this seem strange to you?”
Sinking to his knees and resting his head on the cool stone stairs to help alleviate the nut pain, Jim groaned a short ‘huh?’ at her.
“He foresaw us coming here? From what you’ve told me of this guy, he doesn’t exactly seem the type to study constellations. Unless it lets him stick his noodle in a girl.”
“It’s probably Lilith talking through him,” he squeaked.
“I don’t know, this seems strange. Why would Lilith be ‘testing’ you? Why doesn’t she just sick her brood of demons on us?”
Groaning, he stood up. “I don’t know, she probably wants me to prove I’m worthy of going up against her. It’s not like we have any other choice, do we? Let’s go.” Grabbing his sword tight, he started climbing the stairs again.
This time, a sharp spike of pain in his left ball made him collapse to the ground. Jim could feel the thin spikes of Marax’ tail stab into and retract from his testicle. “One moment, filth. It seems you know this dangler and are headed upstairs to fight him.”
“Ffffuuuck …” he moaned. “Stop hitting me down there already!” With a small sucking noise, he pulled the spike from his balls. “I’m here to save Aramis…”
“That makes no difference to us. Does that mean you recognize our pact fulfilled? Is this dangler an appropriate substitute for leading you to the empress?”
“Yes, yes, that’s good enough…” His head rested on the cold stone of the stairs.
“Then our pact is fulfilled. We release you, filthy intru… we release you, Jim.” Marax stared longingly at his bruised eggs. As the mark above her pussy faded, Jim’s balls suddenly bulged outwards, almost doubling in size in an instant. The two gonads were now the size of mangoes, visibly straining to hold themselves together. Veins throbbed on his sack, Jim’s scrotum suddenly filled to maximum capacity.
“GAAH, WHAT DID YOU DOOO?!”
“We have released the pact. Usually, a demoness claims part of your pneuma through it, but because I have not claimed it, it has returned to your man-fruit. It seems to have turned entirely into even more cream, filling your sack. We had thought they would explode… We must admit, we are a little disappointed.” Then, with a respectful nod to Despina, the little feline demon turned and walked back the way they had come from.
Despina tilted her head. “Strange little creature… but I guess she did lead us where she said she would. I half expected her to try and cheat us some way. Alright, let’s go, Jim. Come on, what’s the hold up? We have to save Liriel and Aramis and kick a goddess in the goolies! Sack up and follow me!” Despina started climbing the stairs, leaving a moaning Jim to scramble after her. Despite packing his nuts back into his pants, they dragged after him as he crawled, bumping against every step.
Aramis awaited them. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of bloodstained pants and holding onto a crude sabre riddled with gashes and pits. And he was not alone. [Next to the foxkin, a small, dark woman stood with her hands on her hips and gritting her sharp teeth.](https://imgur.com/a/DX3NyWc)
“Lilith!” He hadn’t expected to meet her so soon, but now that he saw her, cold fury spread through his veins like ice.
The goddess was dressed in a black lace top that barely covered her modest chest and left her stomach completely exposed. Tight black leather was wound around her legs and feet but spared her inner thighs, at the centre of which a tiny, delicate pair of panties gingerly cradled her miniscule bulge.
But the ruler of hell didn’t even spare him a glance. “Welcome Despina, it pleases me to see you again. For any woman to make her way to this chamber is a great achievement, and you did it of your own free will to boot. You are truly remarkable.”
“Where is Liriel, Lilith?!” Jim pointed his sword at the dark goddess. “I have come to free her from your clutches and put an end to your reign of terror!”
But instead of the goddess, Aramis answered him. “Make no mistake, Jim. She is not your enemy in this test, I am.”
“Aramis… she’s controlling you, snap out of it!”
“You are wasting your breath. If you want to save Liriel, to be with her… you will need to go through me.” The foxkin and Jim locked eyes. The look on his face made him seem almost unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the shrewd, mischievous man that had become his friend, nothing that reminded Jim of that slightly arrogant jokester that never took anything or anyone too seriously. It was all Lilith’s fault, she had not just taken his lover from him but his friend as well. And he would make her pay.
The two men began circling each other, seizing each other up. Neither dared to commit to the first attack.
Meanwhile, Despina began channelling mana as she addressed the dark goddess. “You can keep your compliments, dark one. Flattery won’t make me not punch the stuffing out of those microscopic balls in your panties.”
“They truly are tiny, aren’t they?” Lilith agreed. “I have my doubts whether a penis this small can even successfully impregnate a girl. It feels almost blasphemous to call it a penis. Calling them little peepee and shrivelled raisins seems more appropriate.”
Lilith admitting her penile inadequacy stunned Despina for a moment. She was not a man, but it went against everything she had ever heard from a penis-haver with a tiny tool. Shouldn’t she claim it wasn’t actually all that small? She acted as if the baby carrot between her legs wasn’t actually hers.
“But even the most useless penis on Bythos is of no concern if you fall here, princess. If anything, your obsession with going for the berries favours me if I know about it. Try not to let your fantasies about torturing these puny plums distract you from the fight. It certainly didn’t help you when Malphas got a hold of you.”
“You know about what happened in Seduttri? How did-”
At some unseen sign, both Aramis and Lilith attacked. The foxkin stepped into Jim’s reach with two short, powerful lunges. For a moment, Jim wondered since when the roguish man had become so muscular, then Aramis smothered the thought under a series of quick, powerful strikes.
Despina was under similar distress. From Lilith’s hand, a thick tendril of darkness burst forth and rushed towards the princess’s head. She was caught off-guard and dove to the side to avoid the magical limb. For a moment, the wound on her side made her gasp and flinch. But as soon as she was up on her feet again, she bellowed out an incantation. Wind mana shot through her limbs and she was gone in an instant, moving before the dark tendril could reach for her again.
A blur of red hair appeared in flashes around Lilith, leaving only mirages of the princess for Lilith to perceive. But the black feeler still came for her, trying to curl around her ankle. As the princess danced around Lilith’s attacks, a second tentacle suddenly burst from the goddess’s other hand. Lilith slammed her hands together, sweeping the dark appendages over the floor.
With a burst of wind, the princess propelled herself up and over the tendrils. Mid-somersault, she grinned at Lilith. The goddess wasn’t smiling back, shooting a third tentacle from her back at the airborne Despina. But if she had hoped that the princess was helpless while in the air, she was wrong. Thrusting her arms downwards, Despina blasted a series of wind spells, rocketing through the air and dodging the sneaky attack.
Lilith’s tendrils tried to follow but Despina was too fast for her. Like a red blur, she appeared in front of Lilith and before she could react, struck her two tiny targets. A regular punch not enhanced by mana made her miniscule balls jiggle in their tight confines and the goddess gasp. The redhead followed up with a brutal uppercut – and this one did carry the power of her wind mana behind it.
The tiny testicles were small enough to each fit between the gaps of her knuckles, smashed against the little goddess’s pelvis. Then, the delayed second impact of her mana followed. The force crushed Lilith’s balls to impossibly flat disks, tore away her panties and made her nub of a penis flap about. The goddess was lifted off her feet by the nut punch, sent airborne through sheer ballbusting force. She sailed through the air with her eyes as wide as dinner plates, thunderstruck from the nut-crunching her tiny balls had just received. And Despina wasn’t done, following after her.
Behind her, the fight between Aramis and Jim seemed to be headed to a similar quick conclusion. Despite his newfound strength, the foxkin was no match for Jim. Jim evaded most attacks with ease, and even a particularly fierce stab towards his heart was deflected by his sword with practised ease.
*He’s easy to read. His attacks are slower than Aamon’s and weaker than Leonia’s. He can’t win against me.*
But still their fight carried on, and as they exchanged blow after blow, Jim came to a harrowing realization. He had no idea how to end the fight, because he didn’t want to hurt his friend. Jim fought through a series of strikes and landed a straight with his free hand, striking Aramis in the jaw. The foxkin staggered back, but as soon as he found his footing, he resumed his attacks.
Jim countered with a kick to his chest next, even sending Aramis sprawling to the floor. But he still got up and kept fighting.
“Aramis! Snap out of it, you’re being controlled!”
“How far are you willing to go, Jim? Will you hurt your friend to save the girl you love?!”
“W-what?”
Aramis launched himself at Jim again, blanketing him in callous attacks that would have left him completely open to a riposte – if only Jim had the heart to slash at him.
With a crack that sounded like that of a whip, Despina whipped her heel up into the crotch of the goddess behind her and immediately turned to deliver a devastating snap kick to her little balls. Lilith’s panties were in tatters and her cherry-sized testicles were mottled with bruises. The kick blasted Lilith backwards and she slid over the ground on her tip-toes from the momentum. She came to a stop and collapsed to the ground, curling up on herself in the fetal position as she nursed her battered gonads.
But strangely enough, she refused to cry out. Despina saw the little goddess open her mouth as if to cry out, wailing in agony over the brutal beatdown her petite member and bollocks endured, but no sound came from her mouth. The princess even saw tears flowing down her face over the agony in her nuts, but she remained silent.
And somehow, Lilith kept attacking the princess with her magic, managing keep control of her spells despite the haze of nut pain. A cluster of tentacles made of darkness launched at her like a spring tide. The redhead launched herself away with both a kick against the ground and by blasting a quick wind spell downwards, zooming across the platform in quick bursts of speed.
She was sweaty and breathing heavily, but grinned like a fool. “Hah, hah, I gotta say! A pair of indestructible nuts is fun! No satisfying pop, but I can just keep wailing on them! Are you choking on them yet?” Despina taunted.
Gritting her teeth so hard that she started to foam at the mouth, Lilith took one hand off of her mini package and made a rude gesture towards the princess. She struggled to breathe, let alone talk, but still managed to squeak at Despina. “Beating these tiny berries will not accompl- GWIH!”
Seeing the opening, Despina didn’t even let her finish. Dodging several tendrils, she launched herself at Lilith, gathered mana in her fist and smashed it into her raisin-sized marbles. Her fist crushed the tiny testicles against the floor and then kept going, punching the goddess’s indestructible balls so hard they were pushed into the floor. She embedded them into the ground, continuously crushed and poked by shards of hard rock digging into the walls of her gonads.
Her miniature penis twitched and spurted an irregular dribble of cum onto the back of Despina’s hand, forced out by the immense pressure the gonads were under. Nut pain travelled up the cords of her balls until it reached her brain. Lilith collapsed back to the floor, convulsing as if she had a seizure, overwhelmed by the torment of her testicles. Despina couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the goddess writhe, unable to even hold her balls while they were encased in sharp rock, her little sack stretching away from beneath her teeny tiny penis. All her tossing back and forth got Lilith were the rocks painfully prodding and poking into her abused nuts.
Jim’s sword crashed against Aramis’s sabre, making the weapons reverberate. Unlike before, Jim suddenly stepped in close and slid his sword down until the blade was pressed against Aramis’s crossguard. He hooked his own under the foxkin’s and twisted the handle, forcing the weapon from his friend’s hand. Jim quickly kicked it away. It sailed over the edge of the platform, plummeting to the dark depths.
Jim struck the foxkin’s chest with the pommel of his sword, felling him once more. He knelt on his chest and pointed the tip of his sword at Aramis’s throat. “Surrender! I’ve won!”
The foxkin chuckled darkly. “You really are a fool, Jim. I’ve left behind my comfy little life in Calvino because of you, you know. To help you escape. And look where I ended up! A slave to demons, to be tortured by them in hell! Because of you! And now you don’t even have the decency to end me? Do it already! End this fight and kill me!” He threw a punch at Jim, who twisted the sword away to avoid accidentally stabbing Aramis.
“Stop! That’s not you talking! Why would Aramis want me to kill him?!”
“To save me from the suffering!” He weakly punched Jim’s arm. “Or to deny the demons my soul! That’s one way to defeat them, right? Deprive them of men to torture, so their little soul mill grinds to a halt!” His gut punches made Jim’s hands waver, and his blade hovered over the foxkin’s throat. “But that’s all bullshit, isn’t it? How about this: to prove who you really are! How weak you are! That you can never save **anyone**!” Aramis struggled against Jim, trying to reach his throat. In his distress, Jim pressed the flat of his blade against Aramis throat. He immediately stopped struggling.
Something that looked like black smoke rose from his mouth and the foxkin blinked twice. His eyes settled on Jim as if he was seeing him for the first time. Choked by the blade, he croaked out, “Jim…? Is that you?”
Before he could answer, another voice rang out in the hall.
“That will be enough.”
From all around them, vicious bramble vines erupted out of the ground. They wound around all four of them, lifting them into the air and blanketing them with black thorns. The vines grew tight around Jim’s limbs, throat and his bulging balls, so tight that it made him drop the sword. The tip sank into the platform, vibrating.
But despite the tight hold, none of the wicked-looking thorns pierced him. Each and every one stopped a hair’s breadth from his face or body. Which meant that if he moved at all, he would impale himself on a myriad of thorns.
For a moment, all was silent. Then, soft footsteps headed down the stairs, approaching them. They belonged to Liriel, covered in tight black plant matter that looked almost like leather. Thorns protruded from every inch of its surface and on her head were two outgrowths, almost like horns, shooting off into lots of little barbs. [Her eyes were as dark as a moonless night.](https://imgur.com/a/oetuiY6)
She walked first towards the princess, ignoring Lilith, and studied her. Liriel inclined her head. “It is good to see you again, Despina. Face to face this time, rather than through my puppet.” A vine gently caressed Despina’s cheek and the princess went slack. Her eyes glazed over and she started to drool. “I see, so that is what happened… at least he did not lie with you, or Inacea, or Philine…”
Then, she walked over Aramis, who watched her with a mixture of fear and something else on his face – to Jim he looked almost melancholic, as if he pitied her. She gently touched one of his feet and merely said, “Sleep,” and Aramis obeyed.
Finally, she came to Jim. He looked deeply into her pitch-black eyes. He tried to swallow and felt a lump in his throat. “Welcome home, Jim. I expected you earlier,” she said with a small smile.
“H-home?” He swallowed nervously. “Liri, what’s going on here? This… this is all wrong.”
“You mean my two puppets? I apologize for the little fib. But I had to make sure.”
“Make sure? Of what, Liri?”
“How far you had fallen, of course. I told you, didn’t I? Back in the spring of darkness beneath Hôdoburg. That you and I deserve each other for our lies.”
“I thought you… I came to save you from Lilith!”
“Of course you have. Yet another reason to give you an opportunity to fight her, right? Because that’s what the heroes in your old world would do. Originally, I had thought to make her try and seduce you, to see if you would lie with her… but I did not expect Despina to follow you all the way here. But that’s fine, I saw what I needed in her memories. You held back, didn’t you? You were tempted often but rarely gave in. The dwarf… the aswang… the ship captain… little Marax. In the end, you could not satisfy your own lust with any of them. And most importantly, you weren’t willing to kill Aramis to get to me.”
“Of course not, he’s our friend!” But in truth, he had been lucky. If he hadn’t had the moonsilver sword to dispel the magic controlling him… even with the sword, how easily he could have slipped up and dealt Aramis a fatal blow. “What would have happened if I had?”
She smiled. “It was a test to see if you are still the man I fell in love with. But let’s not dwell on that, you have proven yourself. In some ways, you are far more man than I had anticipated,” she said and caressed his obscenely swollen balls. He shuddered at her touch, both from the ache of needing release and his bulging balls being so full that it felt like she was jabbing her fingers into his nuts. “So, are you ready, my love?”
The pit of his stomach felt like it was filled with hot lead. “Ready for what?”
“To join me. An eternity is a long time to spend alone. An empress needs an emperor at her side, after all.”
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