Incuballs Pt. 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Trixie walked with a limp.

Not from injury. From being over-fucked by a demon with a cock the size of her forearm. She wasn’t ashamed though. If anything, she looked proud, perhaps the after fuck glow or whatever people were calling it. But Rowan and Marina still flanked her on either side like bodyguards, just in case anything else tried to come at her swinging.

They ducked into Rowan’s bedroom after dark, exhausted, stained, and buzzing with adrenaline.

“Two down,” Marina said, flopping onto Rowan’s bed. “We are officially nutbusters.”

Trixie grinned as she eased into the desk chair. “Demon ball poppers, slayers of sacks... we need a group name.”

“Later,” Rowan said, already pulling Gage’s phone out of her backpack. “Let’s see if the meathead left us anything useful.”

The screen lit up easily, no passcode. Typical.

She opened his messages.

There were plenty of nudes (unsurprising), Marina oohes and awed as Rowan skipped past picture after picture of his engorged cock and sweaty nuts, a few unread texts from girls begging to hang out, and one recent message with... Dante?

She tapped it.

Messages between the two filled the screen.

 “The next one’s ready. He passed the test.”

 “Fuck yeah man, another one on the team!”

“We need more, somethings off .”

 “I'll let you know if I can get some of the guys from football to join us, got to go, looks like some chick wants it bad bro”

Rowan’s stomach dropped. “Shit.”

“What?” Trixie asked, leaning over.

“They’re recruiting,” Rowan said flatly. “Dante’s turning local boys into... something.”

“Lesser demons?” Marina asked.

“Minions. Cannon fodder. Probably not as strong as the originals, but still dangerous.”

Trixie cracked her knuckles. “Guess we’re gonna need a bigger bat.” 

The next day, the girls skipped last period.

It wasn’t intentional, they’d just felt it. A tension in the air. Something around them just felt off.

And they were right.

They cut through the alley behind the school, trying to avoid attention, when the sound of footsteps echoed behind them.

Heavy. Confident. Purposeful.

Three figures emerged from the shadows.

All of them wore Eastwell High football jerseys, half-unzipped, sweat glistening on their chests. Their eyes glowed faintly red. Their jaws clenched like they were holding something back or barely trying to, and as the girls eyes trailed down they noticed poking out of the boys jeans were three almost grotesquely large cocks with three pairs of giant balls to go with them.

“Where you girls headed?” said the one in the middle, Carter, his wide chest heaving as he clumsily groped his straining erection.

Rowan narrowed her eyes. “Away from you.”

Carter chuckled. “Aw, that’s no way to treat your classmates.”

“Classmates don’t have tails,” Trixie snapped, already backing up into a defensive stance.

One of them, Jake, let his demon tail flick out behind him, slithering like a snake.

“We’re part of something bigger now,” he said, voice deeper than before. “You’ll understand soon.”

The third one, Max, reached down and stroked his twitching member as well.

“You three? You’re ours now.” Carter growled, his face contorting a bit as he bared his sharp teeth.

Marina actually laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea how wrong you are.”

Carter stepped forward, unbuckling his belt with a twisted grin, letting his pants fall fully to the ground, the other two behind him followed suit, wearing nothing but their jerseys and cocky grins on their faces.

“Come quietly, or we’ll make it rough.”

Rowan grinned.

“You want rough?” Trixie said as she cracked her knuckles.

"Bring it on bitches" Carter growled.

Carter lunged first.

Big mistake.

Rowan didn’t flinch. She stepped back just enough to let his momentum carry him forward, right into the rusted side of a dented old dumpster.

CLANG.

He wheezed, chest-first against the metal.

“Watch your step,” Rowan said coolly.

Before he could turn, she drove her knee up between his legs, hard.

CRUNCH

His massive balls slammed against the corner of the dumpster edge like two softballs hitting concrete.

Carter shrieked. His cock spasmed.

Rowan didn’t let him fall. She grabbed his arm, spun him around and momentarily scanned his handsome face. 

"It's a shame you're like this, you might have had a chance with me if you didn't sell your soul or whatever" Rowan cooed before smashing the back of his head into the dumpster.

He collapsed to his knees, leaving his most sensitive spot wide open.

“Should’ve worn a cup,” she muttered and kicked his huge yet extremely fragile nuts .

POP.

Carter's body contorted as he let out a strangled cry, black smoke plumed out of his mouth as he twitched and convulsed, his straining cock erupting with his demonic seed. 

POOF

He was almost instantly reduced to a pile of ashes on the tarmac. 

One down.

Jake was all muscle and smugness, chest puffed out and cock swinging as he advanced on Trixie.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he grinned, tail flicking behind him. 

Trixie smirked. “Oh you have no idea big boy"

Jake lunged, expecting her to dodge.

Instead, she stepped into him, grabbed a rusty metal trash can lid from beside the dumpster and smashed it down on his head like a cymbal crash.

Jake stumbled back, dazed.

That’s when her knee rocketed up into his gigantic, swinging nuts.

CRUNCH

He folded with a strangled sound, half growl, half sob.

Trixie didn’t stop. She shoved him back against the brick wall, grabbed both his swollen testicles in one hand, and slammed her fist into them as hard as she could.

CRUNCH.

Jake’s eyes rolled back. His tail went limp. His legs gave out.

Trixie held strong and drove her fist into his crotch one more time

POP.

Wet. Viscous. Final.

Jake collapsed, twitching, his cock spewing the last of his corrupted load as a cloud of black smoke hissed up from his mouth.

Trixie brushed off her hands. “Two for two, bitch.”

Max saw the carnage and panicked.

His cock, still bobbing stupidly in front of him, now leaking profusely bounced with every step as he tried to run down the far end of the alley.

Marina didn’t run.

She walked, calm, purposeful, pulling something from her bag.

“Seriously?” she muttered. “You thought you were gonna run from us with your balls swinging like that?”

She pulled out a tennis ball? "Well I guess this will work" 

She threw it hard.

It smacked squarely into Max’s over stuffed sack from behind.

He shrieked and fell face-first into a puddle.

Marina strolled up to him as he rolled onto his back, clutching his groin.

"Be a good boy and stay still for me" She said sweetly.

She straddled his waist, leaned forward, and grabbed his massive, twitching balls in both hands.

“You ever had your nuts twisted like taffy?”

“P-please-” he whimpered.

Too late.

She began twisting the demon-boy's nuts around and around and within seconds the squealing, thrashing and growling meathead beneath her was begging for mercy.

"PLEASE!!!! NOOOO!!!" He squealed as she continued to twist as far as the boy's over stuffed sack would let her, and then just as his balls looked like they could hold on no longer. 

POP

Both testicles burst in her hands like overripe fruit.

Max arched up once, his toned body convulsing underneath her,  he tried to cry out but all the came out was a strangled gurgle his cock then began to shoot out ropes of his seed, unfortunately catching poor Marina in the eye. The tell tale black smoke plumed from the boy's agape mouth and in a matter of seconds, 

POOF 

He was no more, like his brethren reduced to a pile of ash and jizz on the ground. 

The alley reeked of sweat, smoke, and demon spunk. 

"Fucking hell guys, this is a workout" Trixie said sounding exhausted.

"No shit, but once again we fucking win!!!!" Marina said laughing.

"Don't celebrate too much yet, they made these three pretty quickly we might have to hurry things up a bit and get rid of these other two sooner than later, the last thing we need is an army of demon hunks trying to rape us" Rowan said wiping some stray demon cum off of her shirt. 

"I wonder if their cum has any worth... like can it make you fly? ensure twins? Make a good casserole?" Marina said inspecting the cum on her hand. 

"I think it's as useful as any cum" Trixie grimaced. "Extremely useless" She snorted. 

"Let's go get cleaned up, I'm sure we're on Dante's radar now" Rowan said ushering the other girls through the alleyway and making their way home. 

Just at the other end of the alleyway out of their site stood Dante, just barely peeking out of the shadows. 

"An army? Why didn't I think of that..." he scoffed as he turned away, in his wake a girls seemingly lifeless body slumped out of the shadows and onto the tarmac.