Fatal mistake || Part 1

Parody : Arknights

Content warning : >!needles!<, >!magic rock cancer!<

Despite this world's best efforts, I'm still alive and I'm gonna make that everyone's problem. That said, I hope this is something that at least some of you will find interesting.

For those not familiar with Arknights, "forte" is a race of people with some bovine features (e.g. horns) and "arts" can be substituted with "magic".

Thank you for your time and please enjoy the show!

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Too drunk to walk properly, you were practically carried by a busty, muscular forte to your room with this temporary arrangement obviously being a prelude to some long-awaited fun. You could swear that her neatly tied hair was laced with aphrodisiac and her shoving her impressive milkers in your face was far from a coincidence. Not even a minute after the door was properly locked the two of you had at it, thoroughly exploring each others’ bodies with a seemingly unending passion.

Your dick was practically melting between her soft moulds of pure feminine appeal and if not for her carefully executed teasing, you could’ve sworn that you wouldn’t have been able to hold off for as long as you did. Lost in pleasure you could only steal peeks of her lewd smile as your sticky white cream covered her face and breasts.

“How you holdin’ up, tough guy?” her voice rang in your ears, followed by a wet smack of her lips as she worked on the tip of your rock-hard cock that was barely sticking out from between her tits.

You’d love to answer, but as she squeezed more cum out of your sensitive member, best you could do was let out a few loosely-connected noises, earning a chuckle out of the girl who seemed to have been waiting for this even more than you did. Taking you not passing out as a sign of approval, she decided to switch things up a bit.

“Come on, put that tongue of yours to good use,” she commanded as she shoved her well-defined thighs in your face, only needing some slight readjustment to have her dripping wet slit just inches away from you. Careful not to cut yourself on the faint black rocks that were growing out of her otherwise perfect legs, you pulled her in closer, not really thinking about how you were going to breathe as you started eating her out like it was your last meal.

Not to be outdone, she doubled down on your cock, effortlessly driving you to orgasm once again, leaving you gasping for air while your face was covered in her love juices. You thought you would pass out, but she was kind enough to lift her butt and let you take a deep breath before getting a hold of your depleted spunk-tanks.

“This won’t do,” she said, seeing your dick going limp from the intense milking it received. “Aww, don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing to get you going!” seeing your pathetic attempt to say that you were sorry, the forte exclaimed and gave your balls a little squeeze. It wasn’t painful, you even felt some vigour as your member twitched. “My arts will keep you going all night, but it will sting for a moment. Wanna try?”

Caught in a daze, you were sold at “all night” and gave an affirming nod, excited to see what mind-bending arts she was going to employ. Just as excited, she released her long silky hair and used the tight tie to fix your plums at the end of your sack, giving them a satisfying slap that almost got you singing in soprano. You bent over forward and wanted to tell her off for doing that, but then you noticed her take out a small box. “Wazzhat?” you asked.

“Ah, these are my staves,” she exclaimed, excited to show you what she had in store. Opening the box, she revealed a bunch of small needles. Even in your intoxicated mind, you could put two and two together and shook your head with apparent fear on your face. “Oh… so you want to stop? I didn’t think someone as *strong* and *manly* like you would be afraid that some pins will mess up your *small,* *fragile balls*,” her voice was sweet, yet oh so very dangerous.

A part of you wanted to call it off and end this prematurely, but another, more stubborn part was offended to be called out like so. You shook your head again and scrambled together something that soundeed like “duit”, which was exactly what the forte wanted to hear as she jumped in excitement, her gorgeous rack bouncing captivatingly as she did so, freeing you from any worries you might have had.

For your safety, or so she claimed, you were tied down while she prepared to push the “staves” through your flesh and into your nuts. You felt queasy as the first needle reached your orb and effortlessly pierced it as she held it tightly in place, careful not to squish the delicate organ, you didn’t quite see it at first, as your sight was too blurry to notice the details, but the needle seemed to have small spikes that you could definitely feel as they bit into the insides of your testicle, just to make sure the needle wouldn’t fall out from all that you were going to do next. It would be sufficient to say that it stung for much longer than a moment as she inserted four of them into each ball.

There was little enjoyable in the experience, but you could clearly tell that she was having the time of her life, squeezing your balls almost to the point of popping and slowly, meticulously inserting the sharp needles inside and giving them a little twist to lock them in place. “This is going to be the best experienc of your life,” she reassured you, although you could swear you heard “*and your last one*” there somewhere. “These little boys will be doing so much work *they might just burst,*” you were sure you were just hearing things, but at the back of your mind worrisome thoughts grew large.

It must’ve been thanks to her arts that as soon as the last one went in you could no longer feel any of the pain, yet you had already sobered up to think straight, or so you thought as you felt lightheaded, a result of your body redirecting a significant portion of available resources to your dick.

After undoing your bonds, she presented herself to you, allowing you to take the lead for the first time during the night. Forgetting all that you were concerned about, you didn’t even bother removing the tie around your balls as you penetrated her with surgical precision, her ecstasy-filled moans entrancing you into the most intense night of your life. True to her words, you could go ‘till morning, at which point you passed out from exhaustion.

She was kind enough to remove the needles from your balls and patch them up with band-aids, leaving a note telling you not to touch them for a few days, she did leave her hairtie as a trophy as well, still around your ballsack no less. You were a bit scared to find your balls swollen, but as the day passed, they returned to normal. Unbeknownst to you, that was only the start of your troubles.

The next day, you met the familiar forte in the streets. You wanted to say hello, but she seemed to be in a rush and only smiled in your direction as she rushed to wherever she was going. There was a hint of malice on her face, but you paid it no mind.

Later, when you were sure that enough time had pased, you removed the one of the band-aids, which was surprisingly difficult due to the area it was applied to.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” you exclaimed at the top of your lungs as you noticed a noticeable black formation on your skin where the needle pierced it. Hyperventilating, you ripped off the rest as well, screaming lungmen profanities as you spotted more of them. Rushing to the bathroom, you made sure to wash your sack, putting extra effort into scratching the black, scab-like formations with soap, but even as you put so much pressure into cleaning that you could feel your balls painfully deforming, nothing helped.

While the originium rocks forming on your sack were more than enough reason to believe that you got infected, you didn’t want to admit it and brushed it off as a side-effect of her arts. Hopelessly clinging onto that idea, you didn’t go to a doctor and kept ignoring it.

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