Lillith - Chapter 54 -The Capture

Look at that! It took me less than a month to release a chapter haha! Anyway... this chapter is MUCH shorter than usual, but it’s more like a starting point for the next episode, just to leave that curious cliffhanger vibe for what’s coming next hahaha. I’m finally feeling more comfortable with my writing without any help... even though I still have the bad habit of overusing ellipses (...).

I’m not sure what kind of clothes the two “assistants” of Velmora should wear... if you have any ideas!


Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it! And comment! COMMENT, COMMENT, COMMENT A LOT, I’M REALLY MISSING THE INTERACTION WITH YOU GUYS!!!!!

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"Zip." The sound of a zipper is heard, waking Armand as he looks toward the entrance of the tent he was in. "Uhn? What?..." With half open eyes, still trying to wake up, Armand sees a pair of enormous breasts. His gaze moves up, noticing orange hair, until he finally sees a sexy mouth shaped like a kiss, blowing something inside the tent. "Uh? UH?! WHAT?! I..." TUFF! Armand falls asleep again.

Some time later, Armand opens his eyes once more and finds himself tied to a tree stump. He looks around and everyone who had been in the small improvised camp was also tied up and waking. "But... what the hell?" "Uh? What?..." "What the fuck is this?" Each one reacted in a different way. Crinlah, on the other hand, just opened one eye and stayed quiet with a serious expression.

"Thank you for waking them up, Sinthy." A voice echoes. Lillith and Emma recognize it instantly, and a few seconds later appears the gothic witch, as always practically without clothes, but wearing her black jacket, boots, and hat.

"Velmora?" Emma, Lillith, and to many people’s surprise Aldrinin say together.

"You know her?" Armand asks Emma.

"She’s Morgana’s sister..."

"Morgana’s sister?" Armand questions.

"So that’s the one you talked about... the description matches..."

"Aldrinin... looks like you remember me, huh?" Velmora says, approaching the man.

"And it looks like you didn’t listen to my advice..." Aldrinin’s eyes widen.

"AH, SHIT! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! NO, NO, SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THESE ROPES, SHIT, CRINLAH, DO SOMETHING! SHIT!!!"

"Oh dear... I’m sorry, nobody can help you here... these magic nullifying ropes were very expensive... VERY expensive... to make sure not even the most powerful witches could break them..." Velmora was right. Even if she wanted to, Crinlah couldn’t do anything.

"Who is she, Aldrinin?" Crinlah asked seriously.

"Velmora. We worked together in the investigation department... for about two months... There was no one better than her at getting information out of captured spies..."

Velmora smiles as she slowly kneels in front of Aldrinin.

"She started working as a Ball hunter, and... after some time she quit her job at the association, saying it was barely profitable compared to hunting."

Velmora pulls down Aldrinin’s pants.

"That’s right... and you remember what I told you when I got into this, right?... Damn Aldrinin, I said you were a nice guy, and that’s why I didn’t want to do this to you... that’s why I told you to stop getting involved with powerful people... sooner or later you’d end up on the list..."

Her hands move over his testicle through the fabric of his underwear.

"But as always... you ignored me... and now... unfortunately you’ll have to say goodbye to this little friend here..." She makes it look like a gentle caress.

"So it’s true, you had already lost one in battle... huh... it really sucks to be a man, doesn’t it?"

Velmora stands up.

"What a shame. If you had both, I think I would’ve left one, since we were acquaintances and good friends..."

"Good friends... huh..." he says mockingly, irritated.

Velmora’s leg rises quickly, delivering a kick to Aldrinin’s groin.

"Uh!" "Did you say something?! HUH?!"

"uh... uh..." Aldrinin could only groan.

"Better this way..." Velmora says as she turns around.

"Ah... poor nuts... destined to always hang between men’s legs... if they were ours women’s, we’d take better care of them... that’s your problem, look at the danger you put these little things in. When will you learn your place? How many more testicles have to be destroyed before you finally understand?! You just had to listen to me and stop with that vigilante idea... I tried to protect you, but you didn’t listen..."

"Why... didn’t you destroy it while I was unconscious?... That... could’ve spared me a lot of pain..." Aldrinin asks with difficulty, still recovering from the kick.

"Aldrinin... don’t ask questions you already know the answer to... the client bought the full package... I mean... for the money she paid, you must have really pissed her off haha... but you know what that means... we’re going to have to play a loooot with you before you say goodbye to your little jewel..."

Aldrinin looks at Velmora with wide eyes.

"Oh... don’t worry... I’ll only do half the time out of respect for our friendship, okay?"

Crinlah looks at Armand and says, trying to keep her voice as low as possible: "We need to come up with some plan, some way to get out of this. As long as the area has magic they have the advantage, but if I manage to use the gas, we win easily..."

"Don’t try anything." A voice almost whispers.

Armand looks behind them. A short blue haired woman is sitting on top of his log. The girl seems a bit younger compared to Velmora... almost like Emma and Lillith... She jumps down from the log, her attributes swaying. Definitely not as big as Velmora’s, but still large, and surprisingly firm...

"You’re powerful, right? We know you could defeat us easily. We need to make sure that doesn’t happen, right?" She starts pulling down his pants too.

"Wait, what, what is happening here?!"

"Velmora said just to stop him completely from using any magic, not to destroy anything. Be careful." Another voice says lazily, as if bored.

Armand looks to the side and sees a woman with orange hair, bangs over her forehead, and a bust as large as Velmora’s. She looked like a mix of cuteness and sensuality, almost like Emma...

"I know, I know... what a drag. Relax, I’m not going to pop any..." the other woman says, a bit annoyed, staring at the massive bulge in Armand’s underwear.

"Holy shit, look at the size of those things!"

"Uhr... you really are a fucking pervert, you shou..." The orange haired woman’s sentence stops midway when her eyes meet Armand’s testicles...

"wow... yeah... whatever..." She looks back at Velmora as her face slowly turns red.

"What the hell is going on here, damn it?"

"Ah, shut up already!" the blue haired girl shouts as she squeezes Armand’s right testicle with extreme force.

"AAAAAAAGGHHHHAAAAA!" he screams in pain, but stops when she lets go.

...

A continuous silence follows, broken only by Armand’s fast, desperate breathing...

"That’s better... Well... where should I start? I don’t think I’ve ever had this much freedom with balls this big... my ex’s weren’t this big... so popping them was almost too basic... just another day at work. In this case... I think I’ll start by practicing kicks!" The girl says as she stands up and takes some distance...