People seemed to like this so, on and on it goes?
After the first part was relatively well received and an interest in seeing more was shown I decided to share more of my adventure with you all. The beginning is a revised version of the last ending to allow it to continue on. I also took a venture through a "bad ending" as an alternate ending to this chapter. Let me know what you guys think!
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\> You look back into her eyes and smile.
"You know, I've always thought you were beautiful, Neimi."
Neimi grins sheepishly. "Your words mean a lot to me." She chuckles.
You and Neimi's eyes meet and your smile widens. You notice she decides to take it easy on the kicks this time.
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\> You say "Yvette, are you enjoying this?"
"O-oh! Y-Yes..." Yvette says blushing with embarrassment, continuing to mercilessly kick your balls as you writhe in pain. "I never knew I could enjoy something like this."
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\> You say "Me either."
Yvette turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow.
"I can't believe it..." Yvette says. "You're enjoying this."
"Well, I didn't always like it but... I think Neimi instilled it into me." You chuckle.
"This is a dark path you've chosen, Colm. The suffering you will experience in your future will be... difficult to watch." Yvette says, though she admits she hopes to be there to witness it. Yvette feels a warm, tingling sensation in her crotch.
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\> You say "I think the part I enjoy most is watching a beautiful woman kick me and get all flustered."
"W-what?! I'm not flustering! I'm just... Just realizing that I'm enjoying this. That's all."
"Oh, I don't know about that..."
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\> You reach out to caress her cheek, staring into her bright golden eyes.
Yvette looks at your hand and then into your eyes. She slowly moves her head closer to yours.
Your lips touch hers, the soft touch of the kiss makes her moan softly. She wraps her arms around your neck, holding you close. Your hands moves down to caress her back and through her hair.
Yvette slowly breaks the kiss, panting as she stares into your eyes. She smiles shyly and kisses your cheek, your nose, your forehead, your chin... every place on your face she can reach. Slowly, she makes her way to your mouth again.
Neimi's foot kicks up and hits you in the balls. Hard. You grunt in pain, leaning back as you groan. Neimi smiles sweetly.
"I told you not to do that." You say, through your teeth.
"Sorry." She says, kicking you again.
"Be still, beast." Yvette whispers in your ear.
You freeze, watching Yvette's golden eyes as Neimi continues to kick your testicles over and over.
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\> You desperately wish to kiss Yvette and fondle her soft, perky breasts but don't move because she asked you to be still.
Yvette moves her head out of your reach and kneels down, looking at you with a mischievous look in her eyes. She slowly starts to take off her boots, before leaning in close to kiss you. At this point you're more than willing to kiss her.
Your lips connect and you begin to feel yourself get lost in the moment. She begins to take off her other boot and you stop her by grabbing her hand.
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\> You say "will it hurt more if you kick me with your bare feet?"
"I don't know. Should we find out?"
You look at her sweet lips and into her bright eyes. Despite the situation, you feel your heart flutter.
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\> You say "Yes, yes we should."
"Great!" She smiles, licking her lips.
Yvette takes off both of her boots and then slowly kicks you in the nutsack with her bare feet. You hold back a yelp. The soft kick wouldn't have hurt you normally but the soreness of your balls is intense. You wince and grunt and she grins.
"I'll do it harder." She says.
She does.
And harder.
And harder still.
You feel like your balls are going to explode and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around her and pull her close but she has asked you to stay still. She kicks you as hard as she can and you feel your face turn red.
"Oh fuck." You groan through gritted teeth. The pain throbs deeply in the innards of your bruised testicles.
"Please stop." You whimper.
She grins. "I'm getting to that good part."
One last hard kick. It sends your legs into a spasm as your world begins to spin in a dizzying manner.
She smiles as you groan and slump in your seat.
Despite all these kicks, all the brutal fae stomps, your cock is still rock solid.
"Awwww!" Neimi whines as you seems totally spent.
But sadly it isn't enough to finish you.
Fortunately for Yvette, you're a lot tougher than you look and the pain is making you stronger. Your balls will be able to take even more punishment and beatings in the future from this savage session.
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\> You smile at them both reassuringly and tell them that you enjoyed it, even if you can't take anymore right now.
"I enjoyed it." You tell them both with a grin.
Neimi seems to smile at you as she licks her lips and gazes hungrily at the fat bulge in your leather trousers.
Neimi floats over and whispers to Yvette, you can't quite hear what she's saying.
Yvette grins, confidently moves over, and looks into your eyes. She leans in close, her breasts push against your chest and you feel your groin get even harder.
"I know what you want."
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\> You swallow as you feel your heart flutter. Your balls may be bruised but they still function and your cock is rock solid, you return Yvette's gaze.
Yvette leans in close and you feel her warm breath on your lips.
"I want it too...right here." She whispers as she traces her finger softly along your cheek.
Yvette reaches her hand over, rubbing it along your groin. Patting the swelling lightly as she teases you, "Want me to take these off?" she asks cutely.
"Yes...please." You nod.
She smiles softly and slowly starts to slide your trousers down, along your legs. She plants a sweet kiss on the head before popping it in her mouth and sucking gently.
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\> You moan as Yvette sucks on your engorged cock, the beet red balls show signs of light bruising and you notice Neimi blush and giggle.
Yvette sucks eagerly, taking your entire cock down her throat. You moan as she works her head and just when you think she's going to let you cum in her mouth, she pulls her head off your cock.
"Please don't stop..." You whimper.
With a glint in her eye, Yvette smiles and slides to her knees, leaning in close.
"Will...you be the first man I make cum? I want to see you cum everywhere, Colm." she says to you, pressing her arms together to push her tits up more.
You're distracted by Yvette's luscious lips and perky breasts that you can barely understand what's going on when you hear Neimi shout, "Incoming!" The tiny fae then divebombs your exposed balls, driving both her tiny bare feet heel first into the fat, bruised balls you'd all but completely forgotten about. You cry out in pain, nearly passing out and your vision goes black.
Fortunately, you wake up and Yvette is leaning over you, licking her lips. You groan as she leans in and kisses you deeply.
You yelp loudly in pain as your body convulses and you arch your back. Your cock spasms repeatedly, shooting thick ropes of pungent cum up through the carriage and onto the floor as you moan in agony. "Agh! Fuck!" you yell as you feel every last ounce of your pent up stress and anxiety, frustration and anger, just unleashes itself as you scream and collapse into your seat. Your vision fades as you watch Yvette and Neimi giggle and lick your cum off themselves. They seem very pleased.
The two girls let you off for the rest of the night, and you rest peacefully despite being effectively knocked out by a full session of testicular beating upon leaving Embla. You don't wake until midday the next day, your blurry vision winking away as you look around to see Yvette and Neimi still asleep next to you. You realize that the carriage has stopped. You glance outside and see that you're in a village.
"Ah, we should get out here and stock up on supplies." You say to yourself as you try not to wake the pair of them up. Your pants were kindly put back on by the two girls last night and you slip out of the carriage. "Heh, might need a new carriage too, since that one is plastered with man paste on the inside," you say to yourself with a smirk.
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\> You walk around to the driver's seat to see if the driver is here.
You walk over to the driver's seat and gently open the door. You're immediately met with the pungent smell of shit.
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\> You cover your mouth and nose, seeing the dead body of the driver with an arrow through his eye.
You try to block the smell with your hands, but it's nearly impossible to breathe while doing it. You take in a deep breath through your mouth and quickly pop the door open with your elbow.
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\> You recognize the arrow as a Blackwood arrow, a calling card of Ebony Claw assassins.
You know that Black Claw assassins work only for the most elite section of the EC and have a reputation of fear and terror. You know you have to get out of here fast.
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\> You go wake Yvette and Neimi and tell them they need to come with you, fast.
You run over to Neimi and pick up her tiny faerie body and jostle her around, "Neimi!"
Neimi wakes with a start. "Huh? Huhwha?" she says.
"Neimi! We have to go!"You shake Yvette awake and yell as quietly as you can manage, "We need to go! Now! Both of you!"
Yvette quickly wakes and looks around her dazed, "Wha... wha... what?"
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\> You say "Ebony Claw is here and they have us at a disadvantage, we need to go."
"Ebony Claw? We just got here! They shouldn't know anything, right? Not yet? They don't even know if you're working for me or Holgard." Yvette replies.
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\> You tell her the driver was slain with a Blackwood arrow and it's best to not stay here regardless.
"Yeah, not staying here. They'll be here any minute." You tell her and run over to the door to pull it shut.
"I don't get it, they can't know anything yet!"
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\> You say "I know that their orders are to either kill any witnesses to their work or kidnap them and interrogate them."
Yvette seems to pale at your words and the three of you hurry up. You hear Neimi groaning in your ear as you and Yvette run, "Why must we always be on the run?" she asks.
"Having fun yet?" you whisper. "We're getting out of this village, then I'm sure we can have as much fun as we want." You smile back at her perched on your shoulder and give her a wink. "Like last night."
"Last night was fun." She smiles.
Yvette looks at you with worry while you try to ignore her. Your quick pace has taken you through the village and out the other side of it.
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\> You stop and look around, then ask if they thought it was weird they ran through the entire village and didn't see a single person.
There's the soft sound of footsteps behind you and you turn around. A set of eyes watches you from behind a thick bush and a voice calls out, "W-who are y-you?"
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\> You say "I'm Colm, an adventurer. Who are you?"
The bush shakes a bit as the person moves back, "I'm Nyla... We're supposed to stay hidden. If they know we ran, they'll hurt us."
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\> You say "Who will hurt you? Where is everyone?"
"I can't say, what if... what if you're one of them? What if you hurt us?"
You're about to retort that you weren't planning on it, but Yvette beats you to it. "These two are with us. They're on our side."
"Really?" the voice comes back.
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\> You say "Nyla, we just got to town and our carriage driver is dead. Who are you hiding from?"
"I'm hiding from the Church, the Syndicate, and now the Sheriff's men. I heard them all and they all sound dangerous. If they know where we are, they'll hurt us."
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\> You say "Who is us?"
"The Holgard Restoration group. We're trying to stop the Syndicate from doing whatever they're planning, and the Sheriff is just a... a puppet."
You blink in confusion, "Wait, how close are we to Holgard?"
"Close but... not close enough, I'm afraid."
The bushes shake as Nyla and the person her voice seems to be attached to make their way out of them. The large, cloaked figure reveals herself. She's young, younger than you could've guessed, though probably in her late teens. Her long, curly black hair is tied back in a ponytail.
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\> You put your hand on your dagger, keeping your guard up.
The girl looks at you, one side of her mouth pulling up in a smile, "You're not gonna hurt me, pretty?" She reaches into her cloak with one hand, pulling out a blade as she speaks.
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\> You say "Yvette, take Neimi and keep each other safe."
Yvette nods, turning to run, Neimi flutters to Yvette's shoulder as you move to intercept the girl, dropping into a fighting stance.
"Wait! Don't you want to stay and play!" she shouts, moving forward with her dagger.
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\> You say "Why don't you put down your blade and maybe we can talk?"
"I don't think we have anything to talk about," she says, her tone turning cold.
You frown and step forward, the girl backing up, still keeping her blade raised.
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\> You say "Are you with the EC then?"
"Yes," she says, her tone turning hostile, "Are you?"
"Would it matter if I was?" you ask with a coy smirk.
She looks at you for a second, then spits on the ground before rushing you, "No."
"Good to know," you reply, watching her movements as she rushes you. Your muscles are coiled up and ready to dodge and counterattack.
The girl seems to be much faster than you anticipated, even with your years of training, despite being younger than you. She's also a lot better with blades than just about everyone you've ever met.
Her speed is almost enough to match yours, but you're not going all-out yet. The two of you exchange slashes and dodges, neither one of you getting a good attack in on the other. "Impressive," you start to say, "I don't think I've fought someone as good as you in a long time."
"Oh, really?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Is this the best of the best? Who are you, exactly?"
You step back and do a fancy spin with your dagger, "It's a secret."
She rolls her eyes, "You're no fun."
You slash twice and she parries, then you both throw knives at each other.
The knives collide and spark like mini fireworks as they deflect away from the intended targets. "So, are you going to ask for help from your little cloaked friend over there in the bushes? Or do you really think you don't need the help?" you taunt at Nyla.
"Shut up!" she screams, then throws another knife.
You sidestep it and jump backwards, watching as she slash her blade. She throws a flurry of knives in a wide arc at you, which you quickly slide under the barrage of metal blades and kick out her ankle, knocking her legs open. You twist your hips around to sweep her legs apart further and she falls into the splits. You follow your own momentum and twirl up to your feet with a flourish. You flick your wrist, sending your dagger into her left shoulder. She screams and cradles her arm into her stomach. You gesture to the cloaked figure by the bushes, "Come on out, or else I finish off your cute little friend here."
A voice calls back from behind the bushes, "I'm not joining the likes of you."
"Join?" you call out, your voice dripping with contempt.
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\> You say "I said nothing about joining. I simply said get out here or your friend's going to die."
"Fine!" a black hooded figure steps out from behind the bushes.
As the cloaked figure steps away from the bushes and closer to you, the figure seems to get bigger and bigger until they stand at roughly seven foot tall. An eerie glow comes from within the folds of the cloak. "No, Oscar, you don't need to show your powers here," Nyla shouts through grit teeth, the blade in her shoulder still hurting her.
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\> You say "God damn! You're one tall bastard."
Oscar nods, "Thank you, I've heard that a lot and I'll take that as a compliment now."
"So what are you exactly?" you ask, scratching your head.
"I'm a..." Oscar begins to explain, but his voice trails off.
You smirk and glare at him, "A wizard or something?"
"Something like that."
"Well, out with it then," you demand, slightly impatient.
"I'm a warlock."
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\> You say "Oh, a warlock, you say? Who's your patron?"
" patron?" Oscar asks in return. "Not sure I follow."
You scrabble for an answer, "The god of ... magic or something," you mutter vaguely, though you don't really know many patrons. Warlocks are rather rare these days, but not completely unheard of.
"No, not the god of magic, the god of law," Oscar explains.
"Ah, the god of justice." You nod in understanding.
Oscar shakes his head, "No, the god of LAW."
"Oh. The god of law then," you respond, slightly frustrated that you don't know the proper name for the god of his deity.
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\> You say "Why would the God of Law be teaming up with the Ebony Claw Syndicate?"
Oscar doesn't immediately respond, his face twisted in anger and frustration, "DO NOT QUESTION THE GOD OF LAW!" He yells suddenly and swings wildly at you.
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\> You duck under his swing, then pull your knife out of Nyla's shoulder before rolling away from them.
Oscar stares at you, "You won't get away with this!"
You laugh, amused, "The Ebony Claw? They suckered you and the Church to work for their cause, or are you all just corrupt?"
Oscar snarls, his eyes narrow, and he quickly breaks into a run towards you. Nyla also tries to flank you, throwing a knife at your face. You kick away Nyla's knife and roll to the side, as Oscar runs by, he slams his fist into your chest. You fly backwards, hitting the ground painfully.
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\> You curse aloud as you hit the ground but recover quickly, staring down both your opponents.
"You think you can just question the God of Law? You'll rue the day you were born when he takes hold of you!" Oscar screams.
Nyla does likewise and runs at you in a dead sprint, tucking her injured arm against her body as she wants to tackle you.
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\> You easily dodge Nyla while harshly berating Oscar.
"You fucking idiot! Questioning a God? Don't you know I don't believe in the Gods?" you ask. "They're nothing but a fear tactic used by governments to try and control its masses! Even if there were Gods, they would've abandoned us long ago. Humans are wretched creatures!" You kick Nyla in the back of the head as she stumbles past you.
Nyla stumbles, but quickly recovers and rolls past you. She grabs a bunch of dirt and tosses it in your face, and you realize too late that it's grass. As you're coughing and trying to clear your lungs of the stuff, Nyla kicks you squarely in the balls with her knee-high boots. You curse in pain as you knees buckle and you groan, last night's little game with Yvette and Neimi have really put you in a sore spot. You stagger back, keeping your feet under you as you try to keep from Nyla and Oscar.
Seeing his opportunity, Oscar quickly runs forward and swings his fist straight toward your face, a bone-breaking swing to be sure. You still have the speed on this guy, even with a dull ache in your balls from Nyla's kick and manage to duck out of the way, rolling to safety. "Damn it," you mutter to yourself, "Counterattacking is going to be harder now." You look to see Nyla has caught up with you. She steps past you, looking unrepentant. You're about to tell her off, but she suddenly backhands you in the face.
The slap rings loud though the desolate village. It's more symbolic than it is anything else as you look back at her with a fire in your eye; you've had about enough. "Neimi is the only one who can slap me with such irreverence. You will pay for that," you say in warning as you blur past Nyla, her injured arm suddenly twisting and snapping backward as you break it in an instant. Nyla screams as she falls to her knees, clutching the useless limb to her stomach. You see Oscar charging you out of the corner of your eye. Your body becomes a blur again as you suddenly hit Oscar with a flying knee to the side of his jaw. He stumbles and you add insult to injury by slamming his head into the cobblestones several times. He tries to get back up, but you shove his face back into the ground with a quick chop to his neck.
\> You step over to Nyla and tell her to go gather her friend and leave.
"Go gather Oscar and get out of here," you say. "Ebony Claw scum like you doesn't deserve to die by my hand."
You see Nyla look to Oscar, her body shakes with fear and confusion. She can't believe they were both defeated here. She wants to run, but she's frozen by fear. Nyla slowly gets up off the ground, clutching her broken arm. "What are you?" she asks.
\> You simply say "I'm just a thief."
"I've never known a thief that could best two EC assassins so easily. You're a demon in thief's clothing," she says.
"I'm nothing but a thief," you say.
Nyla looks to Oscar. He makes a small, whispering sound. She shakes her head and looks back to you. This is the strangest questioning you've ever experienced. "What is it?" you ask, confused. "What do you want to know?"
"What are you?"
"I told you. I'm a thief," you reply with a smile, then turn and leave toward Holgard.
Nyla seems to hesitate once more, then calls out "Good luck with your... quest."
You leave the village and head to Holgard.
As you leave the village, you think to yourself about Nyla's last words. "Odd thing to say when I'm fighting for the other team," you mumble quietly, thinking to yourself. Alas, you don't really have time to think too much on it because as you get closer to a nearby river, you recognize two heads poking out from behind a stone bridge wall. You smile and tilt your head at them. "Didn't I tell you two to go to Holgard?"
"You big stupid idiot! We couldn't just leave you behind like that!" Neimi scolds cutely, fluttering over to you in a hurry. Her tiny hands pound on your shoulder as she curses at you in her fae language, as she usually does when she's flustered and angry.
\> You chuckle at Neimi's cuteness and offer a soft wave at Yvette who seems genuinely relieved to see you.
You chuckle at how cute Neimi is when she's angry, then gently pat her hair, ruffling it a little much to her chagrin. A genuine smile spreads across her face. Neimi is pleased that you're back relatively unharmed. Yvette nervously waves in your direction. You wave back. Again.
"Everything alright Yvette?" you ask, tilting your head at her before continuing on your way.
Yvette seems to fidget in place as she tries to find her words. A deep blush fills her cheeks as you wait in silence.
Neimi urges Yvette, "Out with it," she says.
"I... I just wanted to thank you," she says, her voice quivering a bit.
"For what?" you ask.
"Well..." she says in between nervous fidgeting, "For saving my life."
Neimi giggles, and you stare blankly at her. "Yvette knows those assassins were powerful. She thinks they were after her because she's from Holgard."
\> You put a reassuring hand on Yvette's shoulder and tell her it's nothing to worry about.
"It's nothing to worry about," you start, slowly making your way towards her. Your soothing voice is a mixture of calming and empowering, Yvette smiles at you.
You put your hand on her shoulder and she jumps a little, but she doesn't break eye contact. You caress her shoulder and down her arm slowly, then pat her hand.
\> You say "Now, we lost our carriage but we can still walk to Holgard, right? Do you know the way, Yvette?"
"Yes, I do," she says.
"Then we're going to be fine."
With one arm around Yvette and Neimi seated on your shoulder, the three of you make for Holgard.
"It's probably a three days walk though," Yvette says, looking to the sky as it was a couple hours past midday by now.
"Do you think we should stop for the night?"
\> You say "We can walk a few hours until the sun starts to set, let's try to make it as far as we can. Maybe we'll get lucky and hit a town along the way?"
"Good idea," Yvette says. "We can get a ride from some passing traveller."
Walking down these desolate roads takes more time than you'd like, but it's better than just standing around.
**\~\~BAD ENDING\~\~**
\> You stumble back once again, only to receive a thundering knee to the balls from Nyla's piston-like thigh.
You stagger back once again as your knees feel like jelly, and you instinctively try to drop down to one knee to lessen the impact of the kick, but Nyla plants her foot down instead, almost looking like she was stretching to do so, but her toes curl under and she delivers a crushing kick straight to your manhood. Your body crumbles in on itself as you resist the urge to spew up last night's dinner. The night before coupled with Nyla's kicks have you worried that maybe your spunkloaders are going to burst, but you're reassured as Nyla's boot toe twists and you can definitely feel two full orbs of searing hot pain. "At least... they're intact..." you manage to say.
Nyla pushes you to the ground again by your shoulder, though you instinctively spread your legs to try and scramble to your feet but Nyla stops you by putting the heel of her knee-highs against your swollen, aching balls. "Is that the best you can do?" she snorts. You groan in pain and realize you can't even rise to your feet; you're completely at Nyla's mercy.
"Just shut up and get it over with," you say.
Nyla grins. She grinds her boot heel into your sex organs, twisting and turning her foot as you shriek and howl in agony. You can feel your insides burning to the point of melting, but Nyla keeps going, and you know there's more to come.
"Shit! Fuck! Ugh agh agh agh!" you continue to shout until you feel something wet dripping down your balls. You look down and so does Nyla. The two of you see the creamy white stains pushing their way through the cloth fabric, Nyla has stomped the cum out of you. She looks angry and disgusted, but a little amused.
"You're a sick fucker, aren't you?" she says.
She leans down, putting more weight against her leg as she let's it sink deeper against your fat balls. They're bulging dangerously close to their limit as her heel grinds them harshly.
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\> You say "You don't know anything about me, bitch!"
"I know you're a sick fucker," she says. "I'm going to enjoy this."
With that, Nyla quickly pulls away your pants and your rigid cock springs free, the leaked cum whipping through the air like piss in the wind. Your balls are like two apples they're so swollen and red, ready to be juiced. Nyla pulls her boot away with a satisfied smile and takes two steps back, peeling off her boots as well to reveal her beautiful, but strong bare feet. She spits at you with disgust, "I'm going to end your balls. My bare feet versus your bare balls. Who do you think will win?" she snickers to herself as she taunts you.
Your mouth dries up as your dick twitches in eagerness, and you realize you're not going to be able to stop this. This... this is going to hurt.
"Come on, boys! I'm going to give this man a good barefoot fucking!" she laughs, turning and strolling off with a beautiful model-like gait.
At first there's just silence as she continues to taunt you. Then, your screams are like cheers to her as she skips toward you, her last skip up sends her high into the air, only for her to gracefully come back down and stomp your balls as hard as she can. Your cries of pain are music to her ears as she stops directly in front of you, her feet balancing perfectly on your bloated, swollen testicles.
"Do you see now?" she asks with a smile.
"Augh! Please! I'm gonna die! Please don't break my balls!" you plead, but it's too late. The pain is immense. Your whole body tenses up, every inch of it in pain.
With another final hop, skip, and jump she comes down directly on your groin, the skin torn apart from the pressure. You scream.
There's two loud, wet cracks as both your balls are split in two. Your screams of pain are shattered by an uncontrollable shout of ecstasy as your cock splurts its last when her soft feet massage your entire crotch, even your broken balls.
You lose consciousness before Nyla ever dismounts off your shattered balls as she hums and keeps bouncing in place on your ruined manhood.