A devilish pastime

Content warning : >!Demon girl!<


Here I am again with the usual dose of fantasy ballbusting! Thank you all for your time and please enjoy!

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A melodic humming and the occasional ruffling of cloth against skin were the only things breaking the silence on this otherwise tranquil evening. A dim light of emerald softly illuminated Saireen’s burgundy smooth skin and her raven-black locks of hair. The demon was visibly happy to spend her time however she pleased and not doing scutwork for some third-rate mage who just discovered summoning rituals.

Even through the hazy reflection of the foggy mirror one would be enchanted by her looks and even fellow demons would fall for her charms if she so desired, but those who have dealt with her before would advise to stray away from her at all costs. And even though some people would still ignore the warning, Saireen was could still secure her peace.

Not even bothering to cover herself up, she was about to head to her little hall of memories as a violent burst of energy enveloped her bare flesh, squeezing tightly around her slim waist and pulling her down into the ground. Saireen could only sigh as she was taken out of her home against her will, though the keen folk would notice a slight smile right before she disappeared completely.

Upon opening her eyes, she was greeted to a sight she has seen many times before : an intricate pattern drawn out in blood, lit candles, crystals of various shapes and sizes, a statuette that vaguely imitated her image and a mysterious hooded figure. Saireen desperately tried to find anything wrong with the arrangement, but, unfortunately for her, everything was exactly as she requested for her rite, including all the rare materials and incenses that no amateur could possibly acquire.

Puffing up her chest in annoyance, she waited for her summoner to say what they wanted, but, for some reason, they were silent. “*Did this fool use his own blood for the ritual and died halfway through? I hope so!*”

Not wanting waste time, she called forth a gust of wind to unravel the identity of the one who dared disturb her peace. The candles flickered, some of the crystals almost got knocked off and the hood flew off. “*Aw… I was hoping it would be a girl...*” Saireen’s frustration soon turned to anger as she noticed that the mortal was paying attention not to her glorious wings or her curled horns that she polished to perfection, but to her bare chest. “*Really?!*”

“Ahem,” she tried to play by the rules and punt this creep’s balls right off him, but his obsession with her goodly bosom seemed to know no bounds. “Ahem!” she made a second and final attempt, her voice loudly echoing in the small chamber while her wings put out all the candles with a single motion.

A sole azure light floated in-between the demon and her summoner, with the latter finally out of his trance. Even though his eyes were busy capturing the sight of the unholy beauty that stood before him, his lips moved as he tried to speak up, “I, Artan Falloch, ask of you to bestow upon me a fraction of your might, oh great Fiend of Agony!”

Half-expecting him to just ask for sex, Saireen’s monochrome eyes sparked with joy at the simple task. Her sight locked on the fool who had no idea what he just signed up for, she wordlessly handed him a scroll, upon receiving which he hastily pricked his finger and signed away with a dumb smile on his face.

“Endure,” she commanded as the contract flew into the flame and burned brightly, “or perish!” And before Artan could even attempt to process what was happening, an unseen force swept him off the ground and held him in front of the fiend who preffered a hands-on approach to tormenting mortals.

“Your screams of misery shall serve as payment!” her voice reverberated loudly and, to her surprise, the man who was completely at her mercy made no attempt to escape. “*Go\~od.*” With a swift slash of her razor-sharp nails, she removed any hope of protection from her wrath, leaving him just as exposed as she was, and despite the predicament he was in, his member was at full mast. “Oh, this won’t do,” she said while bringing him closer so that his dick mere inches away from touching her breasts. Twitching in anticipation, it was almost as if his cock was trying to reach out to her smooth, soft skin and release a sticky white load all over her chest, and from the half-confused look Artan gave her, she knew exactly what he was expecting to happen.

In a moment his rod disappeared between the demon’s tits and his face contorted in delight he was not expecting to experience, his repressed moans filled the room as he drew close to release. Achieving exactly what she wanted when Saireen repositioned her hands a little. “There is this wonderful thing about you humans.” Instead of the pressure going into pleasuring his cock, it went into trapping his balls. “Your greatest pleasure and your worst torment is just so close!” It only took a fleeting moment for Artan to realise what she was planning, but he could not have hoped to prepare for the mind-wrenching shock he would receive from the demon making use of her monstrous strength.

He screamed and screamed as his trapped plums had nowhere to escape to, all the while Saireen was savouring the young man’s distress, making sure not to let even a droplet of suffering to go to waste. “Yes! Louder! Louder! Let it all out!” twisted words of encouragement escaped her lips as she kneaded the delicate organs, carefully tenderizing them to make sure he felt even the slightest increase in pain.

“Let go! I beg you! Please let go! You’re crushing them!” wasting his breath on pointless pleading, Artan had the vain hope that she just wanted him to feel pain and nothing more. And even if she did not mean to cause any permanent harm, it’s not like he knew how much he could really endure. Of course, it wasn’t entirely useless, in fact, Saireen’s face warped in a wicked form of ecstasy as she devoured the sweet anguish of his broken hopes.

Finally releasing the bruised nutsack when her poor victim could no longer even process the pain he was in, she admired her handiwork. His dick that got caught in the crossfire was leaking cum like a broken faucet while his balls were swollen to at least twice their usual size. To test how much damage she had already done, she carefully took one of the fragile orbs in her hand and poked at it softly. The floating man twitched as her nail effortlessly deformed his nut as if it was made of dough. “Oh, I guess I really did break it,” she said with the slightest tone of regret as the indentation she made didn’t disappear right away, but she was too quick to judge and was enthralled by the sight of the ball reinflating in her hand like a balloon.

While waiting for Artan to come to his senses, she made some preparations and drew special patterns on his nutsack with glowink ink. “Now I shall give you the power you so desperately desire!” she proclaimed loudly when he was more or less conscious and shot an arc of greenish-white lightning at him. Nothing happened at first, but his screams soon resumed as the intricate patterns burned both into his skin and directly onto his testicles, sparing him not a moment of respite as the immense power he received kept him wide-awake to feel everything.

“Alright, let’s just test something before I go,” speaking a bit casually since she really didn’t need to test anything and was doing it purely for her own entertainment, she grabbed the balls in her hands, “The source of your power shall be in your most treasured organ, and, as such, I made sure that these won’t be destroyed easily. Here, let me demonstrate.”

“No! Please! I belie-A!” his scream got stuck in his throat as he experienced his balls being crushed as if they were stuck under the foot of a metallic golem, a sickening **CRUNCH** echoed softly and yet the demoness kept going with a lewd smile on her face until he could no longer bear the pain even with the demonic power surging through him.

When he woke up, he still felt the irontight grip on his balls but the Fiend of Agony was nowhere to be found, only a small puddle of demonic love fluids on the ground next to him.