The female adventuress

A/N: Mostly a D&D sort of adventure story rather than pure ballbusting.

​

GUILD CONTRACT

Callum pauses to catch his breath as the cloaked figure continue walking at a brisk pace. The forest air tastes so good and the thick canopy above provides a patterned shade on the two of them below. Two really stupid adventurers.

"Wait.... up." The stubborn woman stops and turns around to face him, her pretty eyes rolling up in annoyance. She arches one brow. "What.... do.... you... want....?" The redhead is mocking him, bending over and panting. The outline of her breasts bobbing up and down beneath her robe.

He feels himself getting a little hard. She really is amazingly pretty, with a long slim nose, eyes quite wide apart and pouting lips. Twenty summmers at most, he wagers. A face of a youthful courtesan rather than a guild adventurer of the fighter class. She came without armor, weapons or any sense.

"You're too low level for a giant hunt. Forget the contract. Turn back now... Please!"

The guilds are a cutthroat business. Many new recruits sign up thinking only of fame and fortune. They dream of being dragon slayers, only to be slain by low level goblins within the week. You'd think that the recruiters would be more discerning, but the appearance of several new Dark Portals mean that pretty much anyone who can lift any weapon is eligible.

Still, he expected the recruiter to turn her away since she had blithely stated that she WAS a weapon. AND she had chosen to hunt a giant as her first mission. He should be returning to his tower with his reagents and reading his tomes, but he cannot in good conscience let another new fighter die, even if she is severely lacking in intelligence and common sense.

At least her constitution seems high enough. Though to be fair, having more stamina than the local skinny wizard apprentice is not much to boast about. At twenty summers, he is still as scrawny as ever.

"Mind your own business mage. I'm tougher than I look." With that, she takes off her cloak to reveal her stunning figure. Golden skin almost shimmering. Wide birthing hips with thick muscled thighs, but nonetheless having all the right curves. She continues removing all articles of clothing. Her breasts were taut massive things that pulse with every breath she takes. His eyes travel down to gaze in awe of her puffy pussy lips.

She is physical perfection. She is completely crazy. She is driving HIM crazy. "What.. Just what in the abyss are you doing woman?!" He hastily slams his sling bag over his burgeoning manhood to cover his modesty. In his haste, he had used too much force and the bag hits his testicles. The flimsy mage robes he wears does nothing to lessen the impact and the pain is immediate. Callum bends over once again, this time panting much more intensively.

The nude fighter laughs, her breasts jiggling, pink tits becoming rigid. "Giants have a keen sense of smell and they love nothing more than to ravage a young bitch in heat like me." Technically true, he has to admit that she does have some lore.

But she has no weapons. She walks right up to him, his face in her boobs and rubs her clitoris and pussy on his leg. They were very wet. "You have no weapons and I'm just an apprentice."

She whispers in his ears. "When a female fights a male, her body is her weapon."

If looks can kill, then every demon lord and darkling would have dropped dead at the sight of her naked body. By the Nine Hells, he swears that a lich would sport a boner at a glimpse of her. But even an empowered nymph can at best temporarily blind those seeing her. Without a sword to kill a giant, it would rape and kill her and stomp him to death.

​

THE BATTLE

He starts to hear harsh guttural voices in the air. Goblins! The mage makes a quick sign with his hand. "Detect Evil!" Several green figures glow in the underbrush crawl out once they realize that their positions have been discovered. Wait, why is the woman also glowing?

\*THUD THUD THUD\* A rumbling in the ground and air, softly, then louder now. A giant appears in the flesh. Naked and proud. His mighty male member thicker and as long as his frail pasty forearm. Testicles as large as coconuts swing back and forth like a pendulum. The giant roars in delight at seeing Lady Crazy's tight body.

"You need a sword!" He screams.

"We already have a sword." She smiles playfully and points at his erection. Why do these things always happen to him? First time he is attracted to a woman. And now he and his crush are about to get literally crushed. Maybe she is affected by the feeblemind spell. That would explain the madness... if he can cast the remove curse spell...

The first goblin charges at him, its rusty mace glinting in the sunlight blinding the mage. He throws the standard cantrip wildly, assured that it would unerringly find its target. "Magic missile!" Three bright elongated spheres materialize, swerve and hit the goblin from the front and sides. Its weapon drops harmlessly in front of a desperately retreating Callum. He feels his ass backing into the woman's through his thin robe. She reaches down between her legs and pats his balls soothingly under the robe. "Don't worry mage! The giant and goblins are male. Just target their balls!"

Callum looks at the two score goblins surrounding him and panic. He looks around past the fighter's lovely neck and sees the sixteen feet tall giant towering ten yards away, still ogling his nude companion. The mage suddenly feels very small and helpless.

Nonetheless, his mage training kicks in when a couple of 5 feet tall goblins rush him from the sides, their eyes wide open and furious. He closes his eyes and spread his palms towards the chargers. "Continuous light!" His assailants drop to their knees and cover their eyes. "Do something! You're a fighter, so fight!" Callum shouts over his shoulder. He rushes to one of the downed goblins and rushes an incantation. "Shocking grasp!" A quick touch to the back of the neck and the goblin jerks upright and then lie down unconscious.

The other goblins are still keeping their distance. He is just waiting for them to charge en masse so he can unleash his most powerful spell, the 'color spray'. If he disorients enough of them temporarily, maybe they can make a run for the nearest town. He can cast 'expeditious retreat', get help and come back for the girl.

\*THUD THUD THUD\* He turns around and looks at the giant running towards them. Mouth agape, what spell to stop a giant? By reflex he slings three magic missiles at the giant. The gargantuan humanoid roars as the projectiles tickle him. Callum feels a hand on his neck and a moment later, he is flying through the air.

Something lands next to him a second later. "You can thank me later mageling." It is a surreal situation. In his tactics tomes, the magic users always seem so composed. Battles seem so orderly and logical. There's no section or advice on how to deal with being tossed like a ragdoll by a smoking hot fighter with an aversion to weapons, armor and clothing.

There was a rush of wind as the giant narrowly misses them. The goblins cheer in their foul tongue as the giant joins them. As one, a score of goblins start advancing. This is it! They're no longer sandwiched between the goblins and giant.

Some quick movements of the wrist, a flick and "COLOR SPRAY!" He closes his eyes, screams the name of the spell and unleashes a multicolored array of blindingly beautiful light. The goblins become dazed by the dazzling display and falter.

Callum punch a fist into the air in victory! "I did it! Come now you mad wench, it's time to run!" He looks to his companion. She is dancing... Dancing! Dancing naked while being in battle with monsters!!!! Gyrating hips and sinful motions. Squeezing breasts and sidelong glances to the monsters and him. Callum is suddenly filled with the urge to lunge forward and bury his face in her bosom, goblins be damned.

Speaking of which, the monsters have regrouped and shrugged off the effects of his spell. They have all also shrugged off their armor, clothes and weapons. Now two scores of goblins, the whole pack, charge at the woman who is taunting them with her body.

Tired from the exhausting spell, he can only kneel and hug her leg to beg her to see reason. "Please, this is the last chance for you to run. I know some Goblin lore... I'll tell them that my mistress will pay a high ransom..."

"Nonsense. Do you know, goblin scrotum make for excellent leather?"

He has no idea what to say to that as the small horde is approaching. She barks out a harsh syllable and the goblins stop. Some more goblin speech exchanged by the woman and goblins. He is slightly impressed. Even if she is crazy, goblin speech is quite a difficult language to learn.

She just promised a lot of riches and women if the goblins agree to a duel. How exactly she manages to convince them, he has no idea. She doesn't seem to have a high charisma. His rock hard cock disagrees and tells him that she is the most charismatic person in the world.

​

​

THE DUEL

Four seven feet tall naked hobgoblins stand opposite them in the clearing. They look down on the two humans. Her with her six feet tall chiseled frame and him with his gangly five feet six. Everyone is naked and unarmed. The rightmost hobgoblin looks at him in contempt and runs at him. "Chromatic orb!" A charged sphere appears and darts into the creature's chest.

It becomes momentarily stunned. Callum remembering an earlier advice, follows this up with a punch to its swaying testicles. It staggers and shoves him with one large hand. The mage stumbles back a few feet and rubs his knuckles. They never mentioned the goblins having such hard balls in the tomes. Switching strategy, Callum grabs its testicles, this time shouting. "Shocking grasp!"

Callum jumps up and down in sheer exhilaration at having survived yet another life and death encounter. The other three monsters fix Callum with a cold stare. One of them points at Callum's groin and makes a crushing motion with his hand.

He gulps and realizes that he has no spells left. The mage is just a regular weak human with no fighting skills. Callum covers his balls with both hands. The woman, however, has other ideas. She advance lewdly swaying from side to side with her hips. Touching one finger to her moist opening, she brings it back to her lips and sucks it.

The lead hobgoblin howls with lust, rushing her and lunging forward, arms outstretched. She makes no effort to defend herself. Instead the goblin arms found their targets, those sweet round melons on her chest. Its thick meat pole poking her navel.

Goblin spectators all around cheer and call for the violent rape of the woman. The giant raises a mighty arm and shouts something vicious in his native tongue. But Callum is an observant mage. He is starting to understand her strategy. The hobgoblin is greedily nuzzling and sucking at her left tit, it's not noticing the fist that's swinging backwards. Her left fist swings forward right into its balls.

The monster crumbles onto the ground with its hands between its legs. The other two hobgoblin halt their jeers and advance more cautiously than their fallen comrade. The nude fighter dash headlong into the two humanoids and cannonball into them. The ground is a tangle of limbs. With one hand on his groin, Callum run to the cluster to help, but it's not needed. Female hands easily find the testicles and with a single squeeze put the monsters out.

The giant roars its challenge. Its mighty cock upright and strong. The giant leaps into the arena with a thunderous landing. Dust clouds swirl up, temporarily obscuring vision. Taking advantage of this, the woman sprints forward at the giant. Seeing the feral wild woman attack, the giant bends down to get her in a bear hug. At the last moment, she slides underneath the behemoth, red hair cascading through giant fingers. On the other side, she grabs the pendulous giant orbs dangling between its legs. With the forward momentum, she pulls on them to flip herself upwards 270 degrees. Her crotch lands right on top of the stretched scrotum.

The gargantuan testicles swing back to the front of the giant with the woman still riding it. The balls reach the apex of their swing forward, hitting the giant's own body. The woman kicks the giant's stomach to launch herself off the balls. In midair, she kicks the testicles with her other leg. The last thing the giant saw was her wet womanhood, gaping as her high kick parts her pussy lips. And then all it sees is the blackness of oblivion.

She lands in a split and slowly does a reverse split to return to her feet, legs well apart. The naked woman ducks her head down between her legs and gives a thumbs up to Callum. He never knew he can have so much sympathy for a monster, but what she did to that giant hurts his balls physically.

The goblin crowd stand silenced. She speaks in the goblin tongue. "I hunt testicles. Run while you can."

They didn't need much encouragement after that. It's funny to see a few dozen monsters running from a naked woman.

​

AFTERMATH

Callum got up and just gawk at the woman. "You.... you castrated all of them!"

The woman's grin is feral. "Not all of them."

She steps up to him and grabs his balls. "There's still one pair intact here."

"You know Callum, males are so amusing. The weakest female can destroy the strongest male if she can just get to his balls... Human balls are especially sensitive and weak."

She flicks his testicles. Pain erupts in his lower body, all the way to his abdomen. Like someone had punched his insides. Convulsing into the fetal position, he rocks his body back and forth cradling his balls.

"So easy to manipulate men and their balls."

"Stop fooling around. Yeah you defeated some of the Demon Queen's troops. But they are going to get reinforcements. We need to run. The Demon Queen's army is..."

The woman giggles. "Ah yes, mother's little soldiers."

Callum's eyes nearly pop out of their socket and he can only stare up at her.

"Let me introduce myself properly Callum. I am Lilith, the Demon Princess. And you, morsel, are food."

A pair of suddenly clawed hands reach towards his precious genitals as her black wings unfurl to hide her feeding frenzy.