Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 78 [Epilogue]
Chapter 78 – content: >!sph, premature ejaculation, public humiliation, references sounding, selfbusting!<
Jim lowered the flower gently onto the headstone. It looked remarkably similar to a lily, pure white and with three broad, receding petals. Only its centre was dominated by three bell-shaped yellow pollen filaments. It was quite beautiful, and [even if the sun shone brightly, the flower was appropriately sombre in his opinion.](https://imgur.com/a/TsmaheP)
“Do you think we did enough? That we… avenged her?” Liriel asked.
Jim thought for a moment. “Would she have even wanted us to? Zenobia always seemed like the kind of person who would rather celebrate life than dwell on death.”
“Still…”
He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “We stopped Lilith and her demons. Bruna too. No one can ask any more of you, of us, so please don’t beat yourself up over it. Tormenting any of them wouldn’t bring Zenny back either, OK?”
“Nn,” she said with a small nod, but he could see she wasn’t convinced. “I just wish I could have… broken Lilith’s big berries more than once. Or that her plums would just suddenly pop and rip themselves apart every few weeks.”
Jim shifted uncomfortably. Too fresh in his mind was the feeling of those same balls rupturing in his own sack. In truth, he still thought of them as *his* balls even if he knew swapping them had been the only way to defeat the dark goddess. After all, Ennoa never said that the tiny balls she had planted on Lilith needed to be popped, just that she intended for Lilith to be castrated. Liriel’s idea had been quite clever, he reluctantly admitted.
“S-she’s gone now, reunited with her sisters. That's all that matters.”
[A loud cheer from Hôdoburg’s central square pulled them out of their reverie.](https://imgur.com/a/wyJFxrH) “We’re going to miss Despina’s big moment,” Liriel said.
“Bigger than her coronation?”
“She barely cared about that. This however…”
“Yeah, she was really excited about it. No wonder why, of course…”
With a smirk, she grabbed his crotch and gave his tiny balls a squeeze. “Don’t tell me you miss when she was after *your* berries.” He grunted in pain and shook his head. “Good, because the best thing about you being so small and cute is that I get to have you all to myself now. No one will want such a tiny, limp dickie… no one but me. That's why you won’t ever cheat on me again. You can’t, you would just disappoint other girls with this little thing. They expect you to have a mighty tree branch between your legs, not a short and thin stick, or ballsies that are as small as pebbles. Only I will still play with them, roll your adorable little treasures around between my fingers like this, squish them down…”
“L-Liri, wait, you’re going to make me…”
“Do it,” she commanded, wiggling his little sack in her fist. “Cum from me squeezing your peanuts. I can reinvigorate your little guy with nature magic whenever I want anyway. So do it, spurt and make a mess in your pants.” Her hand squeezed his teeny tiny balls down so flat that her fingers touched. His miniature testicles squished until they were paper-thin. Seized by pain in his nutsack and an eagerness to submit to his girlfriend, he did as she commanded. His hips bucked and Jim started creaming his underwear with a miniscule load without the blond elf ever touching his sorry excuse for a penis, the cum just squeezed out of him as if she was milking a cow.
Liriel smiled. “There you go, good boy.”
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“… that this day will be the first of many where we remind ourselves of the natural laws and the order we have been granted by Norea. That we must *crush* our dark urges begetting violence and make sure their seeds never fall on fertile ground!”
Despina’s speech was met with deafening applause by half of the common folk in front of her. Specifically, the female half. A few of them shot meaningful looks to their husbands, their brothers and even their fathers and sons as they knew what was to come. Most celebrated her despite the fact that most people in the audience were citizens of the Cillian republic. But she had been so well-liked by her own folk, her coronation had spread her popularity to their immediate neighbours as well, especially since she wasn’t exacting revenge on the Cillian people directly. With both of her sisters being rather fond of their new status Bruna had forced upon them – in one case because exile meant Cecilia could sleep around with as many commoners as she liked, in the other because Tamara had deftly created a literal harem inside her little cloister – it fell to Despina to take up the crown. The people’s beloved little ‘virgin princess’ had become their queen instead.
Cries of ‘virgin queen!’ rang out amongst the common folk, and even some men applauded her. Most of Despina’s male admirers were those that had been selected to travel to Calvino to, in blunt terms, fuck their way through the city. Multiple women looking to start a family now that the war was over, and men who had escaped the castrating hordes of Bruna’s army were in short supply. They were men of good stock, with thick cocks and heavy, sagging balls. They were eager to pay the strange but necessary form of reparations that was popular with them and the Calvinian women they were about to breed, and no one else.
In fact, there were reports of women posing as inspectors working under Despina, claiming to test out manhoods to find those suitable for hours upon hours of continuous breeding in the neighbouring country – only to drag the men into an alley where they would brutally kick their balls until their plums were deseeded and their cocks shrivelling and useless. Despina sighed. Their methods weren’t sophisticated, they just promised their victims to ride their dicks the whole night. Men were just that dumb to fall for it. The Calvinian court had officially posted a quest at the adventurer’s guild to deal with it, but for now the castrating vigilantes were still at large.
The roar of the audience roused Despina from her worries. People were clearly in a celebratory mood. Some women even wore colourful costumes. And the gamut of colours didn’t stop there, extending to a choice of dyed hair. From blue to yellow to red, all colours of the rainbow speckled the crowd. There was even one girl with bright pink hair and green lipstick.
“And now,” [the fierce blond woman next to Despina declared with some difficulty,](https://imgur.com/a/ozas2Gg) “in remembrance of all that have lost their lives or their goolies in the last year, queen Despina I. of house Coglione shall symbolically punish the Cillian republic for its sins committed in its conquest of Calvino. King Kasper, if you would please step forward and spread your legs.” The blonde sank back a bit as soon as she finished the sentence, fighting with the unfamiliar strain her growing baby bump put on her. With one hand, she lovingly caressed the child growing under her heart.
The recently crowned king, only as tall as Despina herself, nodded to Leonia. Her face may be fierce, especially due to the giant scar over her right eye, but her expression was soft. The image of a battle-hardened warrior was blunted by the way she leaned on a cane to keep herself standing upright anyway. Of course, the pregnancy went even further in that regard.
“Thank you, lady Leonia, hand of the queen. I will pray for the health of your child. It is true, today is a day for remembrance, but also one that will allow us to look towards a brighter future. We are not bound by the mistakes of our past but seek to avoid them as we blaze a path in peace and towards prosperity for both of our countries. Today, we take but the first step towards that future.”
“More like the first kick!” a rowdy woman yelled, and earned a couple of giggles from the woman in the audience.
[Kasper just chuckled and indicated a bow towards Despina.](https://imgur.com/a/zel2hy3) In a conversational tone, he said, “congratulations on your brother’s wedding. I’m sure lady Yohanna is more than happy with the match, considering how tall and stout he is. In contrast, many noble ladies in Calvino must be sad to see him tie the knot.”
Despina scoffed. “Please, the muscles on that guy are as useless as balls on a goddess. In his letters, he’s already complaining about how rough his wife is with his plums, and she’s only giving them a few light slaps!”
“Don’t you mean as useless as, ahem, balls on a priest?”
“No, at last those can still be squished. Trust me, balls on a goddess are way more useless, I’ve thoroughly tested that. Now, are you going to let me see how sturdy yours are, or do I have to go get some rope?”
“N-no, of course not,” Kasper stammered, slightly taken aback by the crassness of the so-called virgin queen of Calvino. He had to admit, her directness as well as the reputation preceding queen Despina as a fierce ballbuster excited him. Quickly, he spread his legs and thrust out his hips, hoping that her comments hadn’t stirred him so much that he would poke against the front of his trousers. Sometimes, it paid to get the short end of the stick, so to speak.
“I see my sister-in-law wasn’t lying. You really don’t fear getting your royal seedlings rearranged by my foot, do you?”
Kasper flushed. “I-I merely know what is required of me, that’s all…”
“Uh-huh. Well, don’t worry, I will *not* hold back. Put your hands behind your back.” As he did, Despina gathered her skirts to draw her foot back. She held it there, waiting for something. Kasper took his eyes off the foot about to smash into his balls and looked at her in confusion – only to meet her eyes. She had waited for that, wanting to see his expression when she slammed the tip of her shoes into his nuts. [She struck home with a solid, dull *thump!*](https://imgur.com/a/D0sWC4B)
“Oof!”
The women in the audience cheered for the virgin queen and a good number of them imitated her, kicking, punching and kneeing the balls that were present in the audience. Soon, rounds of yelping, pained cries and excited giggling entertained both the female crowd and Despina. Kasper, meanwhile, groaned and bent forward, but to Despina’s amazement, he remained standing.
She was dumbfounded. “H-how?! You should be on the ground, crying and begging me for mercy! I hit both of your balls perfectly with the tip of my shoe!”
“T-there are some aspects that… allow me to endure hits better than most men,” Kasper said. He still hadn’t mentioned Eri to anyone. The slime girl was living in his nutsack practically all day now, only coming out to cuddle and bust his balls when Kasper retired to his bed and they were alone. Her soft, cool slime was acting like a living cushion around his balls. “I-it’s fine to kick a bit harder than that, if you want…” he said, blushing fiercely.
“King Kasper, I think we will get along splendidly. Here’s to a long and fruitful cooperation between my legs and your testicles. How about we celebrate with thirty-seven more kicks to your nutsack, one for each day of occupation.”
Green wisps of mana gathered around her leg, and Despina let another kick fly into his crotch. With this one, the flat top of her foot smashed his entire package into his pelvis and lifted the king half a metre into the air, and when he came back down, he could not hope to remain standing. He crumpled to the ground, moaning pathetically and gasping in pain, holding his balls.
Despite still being hard, his small dick excitedly twitching in his pants, Kasper found himself hoping that the queen knew her way around a man’s anatomy and wouldn’t accidentally rupture him. A king without balls was no king at all, according to Cillian customs. Not to mention, Eri would be inconsolable that her favourite toys had become a smear on a girl’s foot.
Despina watched the destruction she had wrought on Kasper’s balls play out on his face. As the audience started growing more impetuous, and more and more men were getting the contents of their sacks rearranged, she sneaked a hand down into her undergarments and let a finger play with her clit.
Instituting this tradition was something she could really congratulate herself for.
###
“Sorry, coming through! That over there is our party, so no need to complain, alright?”
An irate dwarf still ranted and clamoured about how rude elves were, getting up in her face as he accusingly pointed a finger at her. The dwarf’s short stature meant his finger was poking her right breast, sinking into the pillowy body part. Liriel touched him gently on the arm and whispered into his ear. Then she walked on, passing the dwarf as he grabbed hold of his own crotch and, much to his own dismay and that of the men around him, started punching himself in the balls with all his might. Needless to say, he quickly had other concerns than the manners of elves.
Jim and Liriel arrived at the table, sunset filtering into the common room from the freely accessible garden behind. Philine waved at them excitedly, holding a mug the size of her own head. Both of her companions went pale at the sight. “Philine, uh… what is it that you’re drinking there?” Jim asked over the noise of the common room filled with patrons.
“It’s juice!” Jim and Liriel let out a sigh of relief. “You’re just in time, mister Aramis said our food would be out in just a minute.”
“Oh, wonderful!” Liriel exclaimed. Then, with a knowing smile, she asked, “By the way, where is Aramis anyway?”
Philine scrunched up her face in concentration. “Uhmmmm… oh yeah! He was here just a few seconds ago, but when I said you were coming, he got really pale and ran away. Just between us, miss Liriel, I think mister Aramis has been a bit… strange ever since you and mister Jim brought him back.”
“Oh?” the elf asked with a cocky smile. “Different how?”
“Well, before, he would always offer to massage my chest for me to help me relax my back a bit, or he would suggest that he could rub oil on my butt because ‘*it’s just like taking care of a sword, it needs to be polished and rubbed*’, that’s what he said.”
“And uh, did he… were you polishing his sword as well?” Jim asked, a blush creeping onto his face. He had to admit, the thought of rubbing oil onto Philine was very appealing. A quick smack to the sack from Liriel wiped the lecherous grin off his face.
“Yes! Especially when we stopped in that little village when you helped me become a paladin. I polished his sword all night, and cleaned it up with my mouth too!” Philine said brightly.
“Uhuh,” Liriel said. “And now?”
“He’s not offering any of those things any more!” The chesty brunette seemed to be disappointed by that. It almost looked like she’s pouting. “It’s very annoying because he made me cum lots and lots when he massaged me. Letting him shag me in exchange was well worth it.”
Liriel and Jim gawped at the former paladin, shocked by Philine’s openness – or that she was aware what Aramis’ goals had been. They were violently interrupted by a loud “WELCOME BACK!”
Before he could even turn to face the excited voice, a two-metre-tall mass of muscle, boobs and bunny ears had already bowled Jim over and was now pinning him against the floor and trapping him in a bear hug against her tits. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if she wasn’t also kneeling on his balls.
“D-Dorothe-” Jim started to squeak as his testicles compressed tightly between hard kneecap and only marginally softer floorboards.
“I MISSED YOU, I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE BACK!”
“Hey Dorothea. You know, we did say we’re only visiting an old friend. We were only gone half a day,” Liriel said with no small amount of exasperation. But the bunnykin that had given up on her job as guild guard ignored her entirely.
“DOR-! MY BA-!” Jim tried to yell between facefuls of bunny tits.
“Somehow, I knew it would end up like this,” Ina suddenly said from behind Liriel. She was carrying two massive trays of food, complete with mugs of drinks stacked on top. The auf pushed them onto their table and afterwards, she and Liriel hugged. “Hey, it’s not really my business, but I think your boyfriend is getting his eggs scrambled there. Want me to save them?”
“Hm? Oh, she’s kneeling on them!” Liriel giggled. “Well, they are indestructible but… Nn, if you don’t mind, please.”
Ina flicked her wrist and two small, marble-sized white ovals appeared in her hand. She stared at them in surprise until a giggle erupted from her. “These are microscopic! You weren’t kidding when you said they shrank!”
“Aren’t they adorable?!” Liriel said enthusiastically. “They’re like little jewels! I wish you would come with us, then I could wear them as earrings every day!”
Ina guffawed, but waved at her friend. “No, no, I learned my lesson. I’ve had my fill of adventures and rapist knights and murderous demons… My place is here, running the faerie’s inn. I’m just not cut out for the adventurer lifestyle. Plus…” she said, and a slight blush crept onto her cheeks, “let’s just say my nights are much more enjoyable now…”
Liriel gasped and gave her a playful shove. “To hear the prim and proper Inacea talk about something other than getting the most money out of her patrons. Maybe being put in life and death situations spurred some growth in you.” Then, the elf glanced at the former paladin sitting next to her, her massive knockers resting on the table. “Speaking of growth, are you sure Aramis won’t… fall back into old patterns?”
“You know, he’s really changed. I didn’t believe him at first, of course, so I walked around a whole week with his marbles in my pocket. But he has behaved the whole time. Who knew, you just have to castrate a man over and over again for half a year to get him to stop chasing skirts!” Both girls giggled.
“It’s not popping his nuts that did it-”
“But it helped!” Ina interrupted with a smile.
“Nn, I think all men get humbler when juice one or both of their berries. But down in the underworld, it means losing a small piece of your soul as well. I discovered I could decide which part to break down alongside his walnuts, so I took care of his fear of women.”
Inacea frowned. “Fear of women? Really? Are we talking about the same foxkin here? The guy acted like his dick would fall off if he didn’t stick it in a new hole every other day.”
“How we deal with trauma can be very different from one person to the next. Aramis, he decided to face his fear of girls by making them scream his name in bed.”
“He is exceptional at that…” Ina muttered before realizing what she said. “Ah, you know, he would probably swagger about and tell you how he found his *one true love* and how that *made him see women in a new light*, but he refuses to come out of the kitchen. He suddenly ran in there, locked himself in and refused to come out to meet you. You don’t think he’s scared of you now?”
“Who can tell?” Liriel said with a self-satisfied shrug.
“But hey, if he ever falls back into old habits and thinks he can cheat on me…” Ina flicked her wrist again and another, bigger pair of balls appeared in her hand. Ina closed her hand and squeezed, squishing the gonads around in her hand. “… I have ways of making him stop.”
A shriek came from the kitchen, followed by the voice of a concerned foxkin. “H-honey? Are you mad at me for something?”
“Just checking the goods, dear!” she yelled back and let his testicles disappear from her hand. The two girls giggled.
“Well, it’s a shame you’re staying here, but I get it. Family… a home… it’s something very precious. I hope I’ll be able to have that one day.”
“We’ll find and rescue the elves of your tribe, Liri, don’t worry,” Jim squeaked. He had managed to drag himself to a chair, though Dorothea was still attached to him like a cuddly parasite. “Starting with Sanna. I'm sure he remembers you, and he never blamed you for what happened.”
“Nn, I hope we can find a hint to his whereabouts in one of the quests' guild master Lucille kept available for us.”
“So you’ve been to the guild hall already?” Ina asked. “Did you register Dorothea for your party as well?”
Jim nodded, which earned a happy bunny squeak from his new companion as his cheek brushed the sensitive nub of her left breast. “She’s now an official part of ‘The unbreakable duo’, just like Philine. Too bad Effi didn’t want to join.”
Philine perked up at the mention of her name. She was in the middle of reaching for one of the grape-sized testicles Liriel had placed on the table. She grinned, letting her hand drop onto the gonad and pressing it into the rough wood of the table. Jim squeaked again, struggling to reach for Philine while Dorothea held him tight against her. The result was Jim getting squished between two massive pairs of mammaries, much like his testicle was getting squished against the table.
“I think I expected her to decline. She… doesn’t seem the type of person to care much for lasting friendships. At least, not while there’s money to be made. I think I saw her sneak one of those strange artefacts the Valesian order had,” Liriel said with a hand on her chin.
“I guess she’ll be selling that to the highest bidder…” Ina said. “By the way, are you really sticking with that name ‘the unbreakable duo’? That’s what you two named your party when you started back in Calvino! You’re four people now, it doesn’t make any sense at all!”
Smiling impishly, Liriel grabbed the remaining little gonad and squeezed it between two fingers, [rolling it between her fingers like a little pearl.](https://imgur.com/a/DX5F5Rg) Slowly, it compressed further and further in on itself – and even beyond that, surpassing what any man’s testicle, whether human, dwarf or elf, was supposed to endure. Jim’s muffled screams didn’t stop her, especially as they were lost in two pairs of tits as big as his head. “I don’t know, I think it fits us very well!” Liriel said brightly.
~ THE END ~
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Jim lowered the flower gently onto the headstone. It looked remarkably similar to a lily, pure white and with three broad, receding petals. Only its centre was dominated by three bell-shaped yellow pollen filaments. It was quite beautiful, and [even if the sun shone brightly, the flower was appropriately sombre in his opinion.](https://imgur.com/a/TsmaheP)
“Do you think we did enough? That we… avenged her?” Liriel asked.
Jim thought for a moment. “Would she have even wanted us to? Zenobia always seemed like the kind of person who would rather celebrate life than dwell on death.”
“Still…”
He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “We stopped Lilith and her demons. Bruna too. No one can ask any more of you, of us, so please don’t beat yourself up over it. Tormenting any of them wouldn’t bring Zenny back either, OK?”
“Nn,” she said with a small nod, but he could see she wasn’t convinced. “I just wish I could have… broken Lilith’s big berries more than once. Or that her plums would just suddenly pop and rip themselves apart every few weeks.”
Jim shifted uncomfortably. Too fresh in his mind was the feeling of those same balls rupturing in his own sack. In truth, he still thought of them as *his* balls even if he knew swapping them had been the only way to defeat the dark goddess. After all, Ennoa never said that the tiny balls she had planted on Lilith needed to be popped, just that she intended for Lilith to be castrated. Liriel’s idea had been quite clever, he reluctantly admitted.
“S-she’s gone now, reunited with her sisters. That's all that matters.”
[A loud cheer from Hôdoburg’s central square pulled them out of their reverie.](https://imgur.com/a/wyJFxrH) “We’re going to miss Despina’s big moment,” Liriel said.
“Bigger than her coronation?”
“She barely cared about that. This however…”
“Yeah, she was really excited about it. No wonder why, of course…”
With a smirk, she grabbed his crotch and gave his tiny balls a squeeze. “Don’t tell me you miss when she was after *your* berries.” He grunted in pain and shook his head. “Good, because the best thing about you being so small and cute is that I get to have you all to myself now. No one will want such a tiny, limp dickie… no one but me. That's why you won’t ever cheat on me again. You can’t, you would just disappoint other girls with this little thing. They expect you to have a mighty tree branch between your legs, not a short and thin stick, or ballsies that are as small as pebbles. Only I will still play with them, roll your adorable little treasures around between my fingers like this, squish them down…”
“L-Liri, wait, you’re going to make me…”
“Do it,” she commanded, wiggling his little sack in her fist. “Cum from me squeezing your peanuts. I can reinvigorate your little guy with nature magic whenever I want anyway. So do it, spurt and make a mess in your pants.” Her hand squeezed his teeny tiny balls down so flat that her fingers touched. His miniature testicles squished until they were paper-thin. Seized by pain in his nutsack and an eagerness to submit to his girlfriend, he did as she commanded. His hips bucked and Jim started creaming his underwear with a miniscule load without the blond elf ever touching his sorry excuse for a penis, the cum just squeezed out of him as if she was milking a cow.
Liriel smiled. “There you go, good boy.”
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“… that this day will be the first of many where we remind ourselves of the natural laws and the order we have been granted by Norea. That we must *crush* our dark urges begetting violence and make sure their seeds never fall on fertile ground!”
Despina’s speech was met with deafening applause by half of the common folk in front of her. Specifically, the female half. A few of them shot meaningful looks to their husbands, their brothers and even their fathers and sons as they knew what was to come. Most celebrated her despite the fact that most people in the audience were citizens of the Cillian republic. But she had been so well-liked by her own folk, her coronation had spread her popularity to their immediate neighbours as well, especially since she wasn’t exacting revenge on the Cillian people directly. With both of her sisters being rather fond of their new status Bruna had forced upon them – in one case because exile meant Cecilia could sleep around with as many commoners as she liked, in the other because Tamara had deftly created a literal harem inside her little cloister – it fell to Despina to take up the crown. The people’s beloved little ‘virgin princess’ had become their queen instead.
Cries of ‘virgin queen!’ rang out amongst the common folk, and even some men applauded her. Most of Despina’s male admirers were those that had been selected to travel to Calvino to, in blunt terms, fuck their way through the city. Multiple women looking to start a family now that the war was over, and men who had escaped the castrating hordes of Bruna’s army were in short supply. They were men of good stock, with thick cocks and heavy, sagging balls. They were eager to pay the strange but necessary form of reparations that was popular with them and the Calvinian women they were about to breed, and no one else.
In fact, there were reports of women posing as inspectors working under Despina, claiming to test out manhoods to find those suitable for hours upon hours of continuous breeding in the neighbouring country – only to drag the men into an alley where they would brutally kick their balls until their plums were deseeded and their cocks shrivelling and useless. Despina sighed. Their methods weren’t sophisticated, they just promised their victims to ride their dicks the whole night. Men were just that dumb to fall for it. The Calvinian court had officially posted a quest at the adventurer’s guild to deal with it, but for now the castrating vigilantes were still at large.
The roar of the audience roused Despina from her worries. People were clearly in a celebratory mood. Some women even wore colourful costumes. And the gamut of colours didn’t stop there, extending to a choice of dyed hair. From blue to yellow to red, all colours of the rainbow speckled the crowd. There was even one girl with bright pink hair and green lipstick.
“And now,” [the fierce blond woman next to Despina declared with some difficulty,](https://imgur.com/a/ozas2Gg) “in remembrance of all that have lost their lives or their goolies in the last year, queen Despina I. of house Coglione shall symbolically punish the Cillian republic for its sins committed in its conquest of Calvino. King Kasper, if you would please step forward and spread your legs.” The blonde sank back a bit as soon as she finished the sentence, fighting with the unfamiliar strain her growing baby bump put on her. With one hand, she lovingly caressed the child growing under her heart.
The recently crowned king, only as tall as Despina herself, nodded to Leonia. Her face may be fierce, especially due to the giant scar over her right eye, but her expression was soft. The image of a battle-hardened warrior was blunted by the way she leaned on a cane to keep herself standing upright anyway. Of course, the pregnancy went even further in that regard.
“Thank you, lady Leonia, hand of the queen. I will pray for the health of your child. It is true, today is a day for remembrance, but also one that will allow us to look towards a brighter future. We are not bound by the mistakes of our past but seek to avoid them as we blaze a path in peace and towards prosperity for both of our countries. Today, we take but the first step towards that future.”
“More like the first kick!” a rowdy woman yelled, and earned a couple of giggles from the woman in the audience.
[Kasper just chuckled and indicated a bow towards Despina.](https://imgur.com/a/zel2hy3) In a conversational tone, he said, “congratulations on your brother’s wedding. I’m sure lady Yohanna is more than happy with the match, considering how tall and stout he is. In contrast, many noble ladies in Calvino must be sad to see him tie the knot.”
Despina scoffed. “Please, the muscles on that guy are as useless as balls on a goddess. In his letters, he’s already complaining about how rough his wife is with his plums, and she’s only giving them a few light slaps!”
“Don’t you mean as useless as, ahem, balls on a priest?”
“No, at last those can still be squished. Trust me, balls on a goddess are way more useless, I’ve thoroughly tested that. Now, are you going to let me see how sturdy yours are, or do I have to go get some rope?”
“N-no, of course not,” Kasper stammered, slightly taken aback by the crassness of the so-called virgin queen of Calvino. He had to admit, her directness as well as the reputation preceding queen Despina as a fierce ballbuster excited him. Quickly, he spread his legs and thrust out his hips, hoping that her comments hadn’t stirred him so much that he would poke against the front of his trousers. Sometimes, it paid to get the short end of the stick, so to speak.
“I see my sister-in-law wasn’t lying. You really don’t fear getting your royal seedlings rearranged by my foot, do you?”
Kasper flushed. “I-I merely know what is required of me, that’s all…”
“Uh-huh. Well, don’t worry, I will *not* hold back. Put your hands behind your back.” As he did, Despina gathered her skirts to draw her foot back. She held it there, waiting for something. Kasper took his eyes off the foot about to smash into his balls and looked at her in confusion – only to meet her eyes. She had waited for that, wanting to see his expression when she slammed the tip of her shoes into his nuts. [She struck home with a solid, dull *thump!*](https://imgur.com/a/D0sWC4B)
“Oof!”
The women in the audience cheered for the virgin queen and a good number of them imitated her, kicking, punching and kneeing the balls that were present in the audience. Soon, rounds of yelping, pained cries and excited giggling entertained both the female crowd and Despina. Kasper, meanwhile, groaned and bent forward, but to Despina’s amazement, he remained standing.
She was dumbfounded. “H-how?! You should be on the ground, crying and begging me for mercy! I hit both of your balls perfectly with the tip of my shoe!”
“T-there are some aspects that… allow me to endure hits better than most men,” Kasper said. He still hadn’t mentioned Eri to anyone. The slime girl was living in his nutsack practically all day now, only coming out to cuddle and bust his balls when Kasper retired to his bed and they were alone. Her soft, cool slime was acting like a living cushion around his balls. “I-it’s fine to kick a bit harder than that, if you want…” he said, blushing fiercely.
“King Kasper, I think we will get along splendidly. Here’s to a long and fruitful cooperation between my legs and your testicles. How about we celebrate with thirty-seven more kicks to your nutsack, one for each day of occupation.”
Green wisps of mana gathered around her leg, and Despina let another kick fly into his crotch. With this one, the flat top of her foot smashed his entire package into his pelvis and lifted the king half a metre into the air, and when he came back down, he could not hope to remain standing. He crumpled to the ground, moaning pathetically and gasping in pain, holding his balls.
Despite still being hard, his small dick excitedly twitching in his pants, Kasper found himself hoping that the queen knew her way around a man’s anatomy and wouldn’t accidentally rupture him. A king without balls was no king at all, according to Cillian customs. Not to mention, Eri would be inconsolable that her favourite toys had become a smear on a girl’s foot.
Despina watched the destruction she had wrought on Kasper’s balls play out on his face. As the audience started growing more impetuous, and more and more men were getting the contents of their sacks rearranged, she sneaked a hand down into her undergarments and let a finger play with her clit.
Instituting this tradition was something she could really congratulate herself for.
###
“Sorry, coming through! That over there is our party, so no need to complain, alright?”
An irate dwarf still ranted and clamoured about how rude elves were, getting up in her face as he accusingly pointed a finger at her. The dwarf’s short stature meant his finger was poking her right breast, sinking into the pillowy body part. Liriel touched him gently on the arm and whispered into his ear. Then she walked on, passing the dwarf as he grabbed hold of his own crotch and, much to his own dismay and that of the men around him, started punching himself in the balls with all his might. Needless to say, he quickly had other concerns than the manners of elves.
Jim and Liriel arrived at the table, sunset filtering into the common room from the freely accessible garden behind. Philine waved at them excitedly, holding a mug the size of her own head. Both of her companions went pale at the sight. “Philine, uh… what is it that you’re drinking there?” Jim asked over the noise of the common room filled with patrons.
“It’s juice!” Jim and Liriel let out a sigh of relief. “You’re just in time, mister Aramis said our food would be out in just a minute.”
“Oh, wonderful!” Liriel exclaimed. Then, with a knowing smile, she asked, “By the way, where is Aramis anyway?”
Philine scrunched up her face in concentration. “Uhmmmm… oh yeah! He was here just a few seconds ago, but when I said you were coming, he got really pale and ran away. Just between us, miss Liriel, I think mister Aramis has been a bit… strange ever since you and mister Jim brought him back.”
“Oh?” the elf asked with a cocky smile. “Different how?”
“Well, before, he would always offer to massage my chest for me to help me relax my back a bit, or he would suggest that he could rub oil on my butt because ‘*it’s just like taking care of a sword, it needs to be polished and rubbed*’, that’s what he said.”
“And uh, did he… were you polishing his sword as well?” Jim asked, a blush creeping onto his face. He had to admit, the thought of rubbing oil onto Philine was very appealing. A quick smack to the sack from Liriel wiped the lecherous grin off his face.
“Yes! Especially when we stopped in that little village when you helped me become a paladin. I polished his sword all night, and cleaned it up with my mouth too!” Philine said brightly.
“Uhuh,” Liriel said. “And now?”
“He’s not offering any of those things any more!” The chesty brunette seemed to be disappointed by that. It almost looked like she’s pouting. “It’s very annoying because he made me cum lots and lots when he massaged me. Letting him shag me in exchange was well worth it.”
Liriel and Jim gawped at the former paladin, shocked by Philine’s openness – or that she was aware what Aramis’ goals had been. They were violently interrupted by a loud “WELCOME BACK!”
Before he could even turn to face the excited voice, a two-metre-tall mass of muscle, boobs and bunny ears had already bowled Jim over and was now pinning him against the floor and trapping him in a bear hug against her tits. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if she wasn’t also kneeling on his balls.
“D-Dorothe-” Jim started to squeak as his testicles compressed tightly between hard kneecap and only marginally softer floorboards.
“I MISSED YOU, I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE BACK!”
“Hey Dorothea. You know, we did say we’re only visiting an old friend. We were only gone half a day,” Liriel said with no small amount of exasperation. But the bunnykin that had given up on her job as guild guard ignored her entirely.
“DOR-! MY BA-!” Jim tried to yell between facefuls of bunny tits.
“Somehow, I knew it would end up like this,” Ina suddenly said from behind Liriel. She was carrying two massive trays of food, complete with mugs of drinks stacked on top. The auf pushed them onto their table and afterwards, she and Liriel hugged. “Hey, it’s not really my business, but I think your boyfriend is getting his eggs scrambled there. Want me to save them?”
“Hm? Oh, she’s kneeling on them!” Liriel giggled. “Well, they are indestructible but… Nn, if you don’t mind, please.”
Ina flicked her wrist and two small, marble-sized white ovals appeared in her hand. She stared at them in surprise until a giggle erupted from her. “These are microscopic! You weren’t kidding when you said they shrank!”
“Aren’t they adorable?!” Liriel said enthusiastically. “They’re like little jewels! I wish you would come with us, then I could wear them as earrings every day!”
Ina guffawed, but waved at her friend. “No, no, I learned my lesson. I’ve had my fill of adventures and rapist knights and murderous demons… My place is here, running the faerie’s inn. I’m just not cut out for the adventurer lifestyle. Plus…” she said, and a slight blush crept onto her cheeks, “let’s just say my nights are much more enjoyable now…”
Liriel gasped and gave her a playful shove. “To hear the prim and proper Inacea talk about something other than getting the most money out of her patrons. Maybe being put in life and death situations spurred some growth in you.” Then, the elf glanced at the former paladin sitting next to her, her massive knockers resting on the table. “Speaking of growth, are you sure Aramis won’t… fall back into old patterns?”
“You know, he’s really changed. I didn’t believe him at first, of course, so I walked around a whole week with his marbles in my pocket. But he has behaved the whole time. Who knew, you just have to castrate a man over and over again for half a year to get him to stop chasing skirts!” Both girls giggled.
“It’s not popping his nuts that did it-”
“But it helped!” Ina interrupted with a smile.
“Nn, I think all men get humbler when juice one or both of their berries. But down in the underworld, it means losing a small piece of your soul as well. I discovered I could decide which part to break down alongside his walnuts, so I took care of his fear of women.”
Inacea frowned. “Fear of women? Really? Are we talking about the same foxkin here? The guy acted like his dick would fall off if he didn’t stick it in a new hole every other day.”
“How we deal with trauma can be very different from one person to the next. Aramis, he decided to face his fear of girls by making them scream his name in bed.”
“He is exceptional at that…” Ina muttered before realizing what she said. “Ah, you know, he would probably swagger about and tell you how he found his *one true love* and how that *made him see women in a new light*, but he refuses to come out of the kitchen. He suddenly ran in there, locked himself in and refused to come out to meet you. You don’t think he’s scared of you now?”
“Who can tell?” Liriel said with a self-satisfied shrug.
“But hey, if he ever falls back into old habits and thinks he can cheat on me…” Ina flicked her wrist again and another, bigger pair of balls appeared in her hand. Ina closed her hand and squeezed, squishing the gonads around in her hand. “… I have ways of making him stop.”
A shriek came from the kitchen, followed by the voice of a concerned foxkin. “H-honey? Are you mad at me for something?”
“Just checking the goods, dear!” she yelled back and let his testicles disappear from her hand. The two girls giggled.
“Well, it’s a shame you’re staying here, but I get it. Family… a home… it’s something very precious. I hope I’ll be able to have that one day.”
“We’ll find and rescue the elves of your tribe, Liri, don’t worry,” Jim squeaked. He had managed to drag himself to a chair, though Dorothea was still attached to him like a cuddly parasite. “Starting with Sanna. I'm sure he remembers you, and he never blamed you for what happened.”
“Nn, I hope we can find a hint to his whereabouts in one of the quests' guild master Lucille kept available for us.”
“So you’ve been to the guild hall already?” Ina asked. “Did you register Dorothea for your party as well?”
Jim nodded, which earned a happy bunny squeak from his new companion as his cheek brushed the sensitive nub of her left breast. “She’s now an official part of ‘The unbreakable duo’, just like Philine. Too bad Effi didn’t want to join.”
Philine perked up at the mention of her name. She was in the middle of reaching for one of the grape-sized testicles Liriel had placed on the table. She grinned, letting her hand drop onto the gonad and pressing it into the rough wood of the table. Jim squeaked again, struggling to reach for Philine while Dorothea held him tight against her. The result was Jim getting squished between two massive pairs of mammaries, much like his testicle was getting squished against the table.
“I think I expected her to decline. She… doesn’t seem the type of person to care much for lasting friendships. At least, not while there’s money to be made. I think I saw her sneak one of those strange artefacts the Valesian order had,” Liriel said with a hand on her chin.
“I guess she’ll be selling that to the highest bidder…” Ina said. “By the way, are you really sticking with that name ‘the unbreakable duo’? That’s what you two named your party when you started back in Calvino! You’re four people now, it doesn’t make any sense at all!”
Smiling impishly, Liriel grabbed the remaining little gonad and squeezed it between two fingers, [rolling it between her fingers like a little pearl.](https://imgur.com/a/DX5F5Rg) Slowly, it compressed further and further in on itself – and even beyond that, surpassing what any man’s testicle, whether human, dwarf or elf, was supposed to endure. Jim’s muffled screams didn’t stop her, especially as they were lost in two pairs of tits as big as his head. “I don’t know, I think it fits us very well!” Liriel said brightly.
~ THE END ~
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