Incuballs pt. 4

 Trixie, Rowan and Marina all met up that evening at Trixie's house, to go over their plan moving forward. 

"We have to take out Dante!" Trixie said sitting on her bed nervously. 

"Why not Lucian?" Rowan asked looking confused. 

"Lucian seems like he's keeping to himself more than the others, Dante on the other hand is more active, I always see him with a girl on his arm" Trixie said looking concerned. 

"Good point, deal with the aggressive one first and then go for the quiet one" Rowan nodded as a plan formulated in her head. "He's be stupid to be alone with us, even if he's full of himself he has to realize that we pose a threat" 

"So we use another girl as bait?" Marina quipped. 

"Well it doesn't really align with my feminist sensibilities but... I guess we have to" Trixie looked conflicted. 

"It's for the greater good!" Rowan added, trying to cope with the idea of putting another girl in harms way. 

"I have a girl in mind..." Trixie said reluctantly. 

Kara sat on the edge of Trixie’s bed, staring down at her phone looking worried, the trio stood around her breathing shallowly.
The glow of Snapchat’s yellow icon pulsed back at her. 

“You sure about this?” Trixie asked, voice trembling just enough to show how serious it was.

"I'm sure" Kara said with a shaky smile. 

Rowan leaned over her shoulder. “He’s super easy. Compliment the hair, the eyes, act like you ‘just saw him at school once.’ He loves that kind schtick, makes him feel famous.”

Marina rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the celebrity of the girls’ bathroom.”

Kara snorted and started typing.

Kara: hey lol random question… were you at Danny's party last week?
Dante: maybe ;) depends who’s asking
Kara: this girl who probably shouldn’t be
Dante: then definitely yes. want to come over and get to know each other?

Rowan grimaced. “That took, what, forty seconds?”

“Thirty-five,” Kara muttered, already typing back.

Kara: bold of you to assume I’d say yes
Dante: bold of you to snap me first 😏
Kara: …send your address then

Marina whistled. “He’s hooked.”

Trixie reached for Kara’s wrist before she could stand. “We’ll be right outside. If anything goes wrong, we'll be in there.”

Kara nodded, slipping her phone into her pocket. “I got this.”

Dante’s house looked like someone had staged a party and forgotten to invite guests.

Soft LED strips lined the floorboards, a candle flickered on a low coffee table, music thumped softly from nowhere.

He opened the door shirt unbuttoned, cocky grin plastered across his face.

“Well, hey,” he said smoothly. “Didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

Kara smiled, feigned shy. “Guess I was curious.”

“Curiosity can be dangerous,” he purred. “Lucky for you, I’m a safe guy.”

"are you?" She asked raising an eyebrow, feigning confidence. 

"Now why would you think I'm not?" He asked looking down at her. 

She didn’t answer. She just stepped inside.

Outside Trixie, Rowan and Marina crept up to the side of his house and as quietly as they could peered through the window. 

"An unbuttoned shirt? Really??" Trixie whispered. 

Inside, Dante poured something dark into two glasses. He moved like he was performing a magic trick he’d done a hundred times. “You seem different,” he said. “Usually girls I meet from Snap come in already breathless.”

Kara tilted her head. “You keep count?”

“I keep souvenirs,” he said, smirking.

His gaze landed on her, his eyes looked…hungry. 

“So what’d you hear about me?” he asked, stepping closer.

“That you were irresistible,” Kara said softly, taking one deliberate step back.

He grinned wider. “Guess they were right.”

He reached out to her, his strong hand caressing her hip. 

"Why don't we cut the small talk babe" He said grinning. 

"Wh- what do you-" She stammered. 

"Let's have some fun" He said almost growling. 

"I- Uh" Kara replied, getting more nervous as he got closer. 

That's when his teeth sharpened, like fangs all of a sudden popping from his perfect teeth. 

Kara's eyes darted down between Dante's legs as she felt the heat of something pressing against her, to her horror his giant cock was straining against the denim fabric of his jeans and rubbing against her thigh. 

"Like what you see?" He said thrusting his hips against hers. 

She felt herself begin to melt into him, she knew she should've been scared based on what her friends told her but he was just so ... so charming... 

"Guys! she's falling for it!!!" Trixie whispered punching Rowan in the arm. 

"Ow!!!! I fucking see!!!" Rowan hissed back as she racked her mind. "I guess we're going in-" Rowan decided but before she could act she looked up to see Dante pinning Kara against the wall as his jeans fell off him like nothing, revealing his raging erection and obscenely large balls. 

"Oh no!" She squealed as the trio got up from their position and rushed to Kara's aid, unfortunately for them they didn't make it quite in time as when they busted through the front door Dante was already lining his cock up with her tight pink cunt. 

"Fuck this is gonna be nice!" He moaned as he plunged his cock deep inside of her, the feeling of a girl around his cock never ceased to fill him with joy as he began to violently thrust inside of her. 

"NOOO!!!!" Trixie screeched as she ran to intervene.

"What the fuck?!" Dante said as his head snapped around to see what was going on, his face distorted as bits of his true demonic form flashed through. 

"Want a piece of this?" He said pulling his aching cock out of Kara. As he pulled out a long string of his sticky precum dripped from his cock as Kara fell back against the wall, almost lifeless. Turning around Dante looked at the girls and spread his muscular legs wide to let his considerable length soar free in the air.  

"Oh yeah I fucking do" Trixie said storming towards him "Just not the piece you think!" 

Before she could get any closer Dante sent a fist soaring into her face, causing her to violently fly back against the wall. 

"Little bitch, you don't stand a fucking chance against me" He laughed. 

Rowan screamed as she ran towards her friend. 

"TRIXIE!!!" she yelled as she tried to help Trixie stand up again. 

"You foolish cunts!" Dante laughed maniacally. 

"Nothing you do will ever be enough to stop me, I am the PINNACLE of masculinity, the PINNACLE of strength." He roared. "YOU ARE NOTHING!" 

Kara looked on barely awake as she saw what was going on from behind Dante, her eyes fixated on his gigantic swinging balls, they were perched between his muscular legs and were so large and full of his demonic seed that he had to stand with his legs splayed just to accommodate them. 

She knew what she had to do. 

With all the strength she had left she pushed herself forward and sent her foot flying into his fragile manhood. Her dainty foot colliding with his enormous sperm-tanks, crushing them cruelly against his toned body. 

Dante let out a strangled gargle as his eyes widened in horror.

Kara fell to the side and landed on the floor in a heap, barely able to breath. 

Before Dante could make another move Rowan got to her feet and left Trixie's side, she ran towards Dante with a fierce look of determination on her face. As she approached him she got just inches from the demons monstrous face, she stared him down causing his false bravado to falter. 

Her hands reached down and grabbed his right ball, she felt the enormity of its weight in her hands and for a second she almost felt attracted to the demon. 

foolishly thinking his allure was working on her Dante grinned cockily. 

"Like what you see slut?" He said trying his best to hide the danger he was clearly in. 

Rowan looked down for a moment at the obscene testicle in her hands, covered in veins and sparse strands of hair. 

"No actually, It's fucking disgusting" She said sounding matter-of-fact as she squeezed his right ball with all of her might, squeezing so hard the veins in her arms began to pop out visibly. 

"FUCKKKKKK" Dante roared as he tried to get away from her cruel grasp, but due to the searing pain in the source of his power he grew weaker by the second. 

"I hope you liked having this" Rowan said through gritted teeth. 

"NOOOO!" Dante screeched as Rowan's hands squeezed harder and harder on his nut. 

*POP*

The room went silent for a moment as Dante's entire body shuddered. Rowan let go of his ball and stumbled back, she couldn't help but laugh at his grotesquely lopsided ballsack, his left nut still entirely too big and his right a saggy bag of mushy nutmeat. 

Dante roared, sounding more desperate and frantic than before, he stumbled back and tripped over Kara's body, sending him falling to the ground. 

Trixie got up accompanied by Marina as the trio all closed in on Dante's heaving form. 

"Fuck you!" He screeched, "You filthy SLUTS!" 

Trixie laughed at his last ditch attempt to gain dominance in the situation. 

That's when a dark figure appeared in the kitchen doorway. 

Dante looked up frantic and sounded relieved when he spoke. 

"Lucian! thank hell man! come help me!" He yelled as he dragged himself towards his brother. 

"No-" Lucian said coldly. "I am not here to help, just to watch..." Lucian said, a cold smirk crossing his face. 

"What?!" Trixie, Rowan and Marina said in unison. 

"Go ahead girls, finish him for me... I won't get in your way" Lucian said coolly. 

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!" Dante roared from the ground, his lopsided sack looking red and swollen, his cock as rigid as ever. 

"You are a liability brother..." Lucian said calmly. "It's just good business, getting you out of the way" 

"What?! Come on man- Please- Y- you can't leave me with them!" He croaked. 

"Oh who said I was leaving?" Lucian smirked again. 

"Whatever man" Rowan said looking down at Dante's writhing form. 

"Let's finish this" 

"Get his ass!!!" Marina hollered from behind her, supporting Trixie on her shoulder. 

Rowan stomped her foot down as hard as she could, pinning his giant demonic ball between her foot and the hardwood floor. 

*CRUNCH* 

"You fucking SCUM" she yelled down at the terrified demon, his giant cock still bobbing between his legs"

"p- please!" he begged as she raised her foot above his ball once more. 

"please what?" she asked mockingly. 

"please don't crush my manhood it'll kill me!" he wept.

"why do you think i'm here dumbass, cause I like looking at it?" She laughed. 

She sent her unforgiving foot down onto his fragile nut once more. 

*POP*

Dante's entire body jolted. His scream wasn’t human, it came from somewhere deeper, darker. A static-laced roar that echoed through the room.

His cock pulsed once, twice, and then erupted, spraying a thick, ruined stream of his seed across the floor in one last, useless spasm.

Then a plume black smoke spilled from his agape mouth.

His toned form convulsed, glitched, twisted in on itself. His muscle clad body looking pained as he convulsed.

And finally, with a pitiful groan and a flicker of demonic flame, Gage collapsed into a heap of ash and steaming nut pulp.

Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, as she stumbled backwards. 

As the girls looked to where Lucian was once standing they saw nothing, he had escaped while they were distracted. 

"Well shit!" Trixie exclaimed.

"don't worry, we'll get him next time, for now we're down one more demon scum, we should be proud of ourselves" Rowan said helping Kara to her feet. 

"Now lets get the fuck outta here it reeks of cum" She laughed. 

Incuballs Pt. 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 4 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. 

Incuballs pt. 2

 Part 1 here 

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

After the mess in the bathroom, the girls agreed it was best to go home and regroup. No one argued. No one really said much of anything. They just parted ways, still a little sticky, a little stunned, and very aware that nothing was normal anymore.

Rowan barely remembered the walk home. Her legs felt wobbly, her thoughts disjointed, like her brain was rebooting every few seconds. Her hand still smelled faintly of brimstone and cum.

When she got through the front door, she didn’t stop to greet her parents. She muttered something vague about cramps and took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the sound of her dad shouting about leftover pizza and whatever was on the news.

Her bedroom looked exactly the same as she’d left it that morning ,warm lighting, soft bedding, one cluttered desk, and a wall still covered in posters.

She let her bag drop with a heavy thud and stood there for a moment in silence.

Then, unexpectedly, she laughed.

Just one breathy, shocked laugh.

“Holy shit,” she whispered to herself. “We really did it. We popped a boys balls.”

"d- demons balls" She corrected herself as she tried to wrap her head around everything. 

She pulled off her hoodie and stared at it, one sleeve streaked with soot and something darker, crustier. Underneath, her top had a light, dried splatter just under the collar. She peeled it off with a grimace and tossed both into the laundry basket.

“Gross,” she muttered. But as she turned toward her desk, she paused. 

But as she turned toward her desk, she paused.

A slow, strange warmth was spreading through her chest,  not panic, not nausea.

Satisfaction.

She sat down in her desk chair and stared blankly ahead, the events of the day replaying in her mind on a glitchy loop.

Rory’s arrogant smirk.

His massive, twitching dick.

Trixie’s fist, rising and falling like a hammer.

And that sound.

That awful, beautiful, wet pop. 

It echoed in her head, playing over and over again. 

Rowan crossed her arms tightly over her chest, she squirmed slightly as the thought of it happening, of his manhood being ruined almost.. turned her on?

“I mean,” she said aloud, “they were evil. Literal demons. It was self-defense.” She tried to rationalize it as best she could, make herself feel like what was going on wasn't bat shit insane. 

But even as she said it, her cheeks flushed. Her stomach flipped not in fear, but in the same weird fluttery way it used to when she read a really good romance story. Or when she saw her crush in the halls.

He begged. She remembered that part too. He’d begged for his manhood.

And when it finally happened when Rory’s obnoxiously large sack gave out in Trixie’s hand she hadn’t screamed in horror or looked away.

She’d helped hold him down.

Rowan shifted in her seat and chewed her thumbnail, staring hard at a spot on the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with me,” she whispered.

And yet… she didn’t feel guilty.

Not even a little.

She did however feel a certain familiar tingling sensation between her legs. 

Her phone buzzed.

“Trixie and Marina...” the screen read.

“Oh god, what do they want now,” Rowan muttered, rolling onto her bed and answering with a sigh.

“ROWAN!!!” Trixie’s voice exploded through the speaker, nearly blowing out her eardrum. Marina was giggling in the background, barely muffled.

“WHAT?!” Rowan shouted back, half-annoyed, half-laughing.

“Okay...okay, hear me out,” Trixie said, already breathless. “Me and Marina are on the exact same page right now, and we need to know if you are too.”

Rowan blinked. “Go on...”

Trixie paused, uncharacteristically sheepish.

“Are you also... soaking fucking wet from all that?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I... I can’t lie to you two,” Rowan said, voice cracking into a giggle. “I’m absolutely dripping!”

The three of them burst into laughter.

“Thank GOD!” Trixie shrieked. “The way his balls popped? My god, I was in my drawer, panties down, like, the second I got home.”

“I think it’s kind of a shame,” Marina added softly. “Something with a package that big... had to be evil. I would’ve let him fuck me before he turned to ash.”

More laughter.

“There was something hypnotic about the way those giant nuts jiggled when you hit them,” Rowan said, her voice growing lower as her hand drifted under the waistband of her panties.

“I know, right?” Trixie groaned. “Fuck me, I think this might be a new addiction. Like... I’m excited to get the rest of them.”

“Can I be honest, girls?” Marina said suddenly, cutting through the giggle fit.

“What?” Rowan and Trixie said in unison.

“I’ve been fingering myself this whole time.”

That sent them over the edge. All three burst out laughing again, and didn’t stop — not even as their hands stayed busy, moaning and gasping between fits of laughter, thinking about Rory’s ruin, and how many balls were left to destroy.

The next morning at Eastwell High, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and one incubus had been reduced to ash via popped testicles.

Everything felt brighter.

The three girls met up behind the gym again, just like always, though this time with a shared secret smirk and a new kind of energy about them. Trixie had a latte in one hand and a half-assed grin that said she hadn’t slept much, and hadn’t minded one bit.

“I swear, I’ve never been this excited to come to school in my life,” she said, plopping down beside Marina.

Rowan followed behind, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Same. I even wore eyeliner today.”

“You’re glowing, babe,” Marina said with a wink.

Trixie leaned forward. “Okay. So. Round two. We’ve got three left: Dante, Lucian, and Gage.”

“Lucian’s too careful,” Rowan said. “And Dante gives me... leader vibes. Probably harder to corner.”

“Which leaves Gage,” Trixie said, grinning like a cat.

“Dumb, hot, loud,” Marina added. “Total golden retriever energy. He’ll follow a girl anywhere.”

“Especially if she shows a little tit,” Trixie grinned, tugging at her shirt.

Rowan smirked. “You volunteering?”

“Obviously. I’ve got the best set of tits!.”

“And the most practice getting boys alone,” Marina teased.

“Thank you!” Trixie said, deadpan proud.

"As long as I get a chance to lure one of the other ones!" Rowan piped up Smirking. "That or I get to pop a pair of nuts" 

The other giggled and nodded.

"I'll make sure we all get our turn" Trixie smiled. 

Trixie pulled a worn book out of her backpack, the same demonology tome they’d poured over two nights ago. She flipped it open to a dog-eared page with a hand-scrawled note: “Lust is their weakness. Use it.”

"It's kind of sad almost... it's not their fault they have those huge weaknesses between their legs" Marina reflected. 

"I guess yeah, but it's their fault for being evil!" Rowan replied. 

"Good point... Let's do this" Marina nodded smiling. 

Gage strutted through the locker-lined hallways of Eastwell High like he owned the place and maybe, in his mind, he did. His varsity jacket was unzipped to show off a skin-tight tank top stretched over sculpted pecs, and every other word out of his mouth was either a flirtation, a brag, or a flex. Sometimes all three at once.

“Yo, Kelsey,” he called out as a girl walked past, earbuds in. “You ever seen abs so sharp you could grate cheese on ‘em?”

She rolled her eyes and kept walking although for a reason that escaped her she felt drawn to the boy. He smirked anyway, adjusting his junk in his jeans like he wanted the whole hallway to see just how “well-equipped” he was.

His hair was always slightly sweaty, like he just left the gym, and he smelled like Axe body spray and faint dick sweat. He fist-bumped dudes, winked at teachers, and slapped every ass he thought he could get away with.

In third period, he spent more time watching the girls stretch in gym class than doing the warmup. When Coach blew the whistle, he grunted and adjusted himself mid-jog.

"Can’t help it, Coach," he said with a grin. "This thing’s got a mind of its own."

After class, in the locker room, he peeled his shirt off with exaggerated slowness, glancing around to see who was watching.

“You guys ever just look at your own cock and think... ‘Damn, I should get that thing insured?’” he announced proudly, drawing groans and eye rolls from the other guys.

Gage 'accidentally' dropped his towel, letting his heavy junk swing free for all to see.

It was, admittedly, impressive. Thick, Low-hanging, Uncut. The kind of cock and balls that made most guys insecure, and made Gage insufferable.

“I call ‘em the Crown Jewels,” he said, giving his sack a gentle jiggle. “Bet some girls would kill to get their hands on these.”

If only he knew how right he was. 

Sixth period gym was the perfect opportunity.

The girls slipped out of their own classes under the excuse of “cramps,” and looped around the back of the gym building, ducking under the row of high windows that lined the boys’ locker room.

Rowan peered through one of the cracked windows, biting her lip. “He’s still in there.”

Marina crouched beside her. “God, do they even know how loud they are?”

They heard Gage’s voice through the cinderblock walls, echoing over the sound of slamming lockers and running showers.

“Bro, you see this fuckin’ hog?” Gage barked. “Tell me this isn’t the biggest in the goddamn school.”

“Oh my god,” Rowan whispered, eyes wide.

Trixie pulled herself up to peek through the window. Her eyes widened.

“Oh fuck me,” she breathed. “They’re even bigger than Rory’s.”

Gage had his towel off. Fully nude. His cock swung between his thick thighs, long, semi-hard, and curved slightly upward. But it was the balls that got their attention two heavy orbs hanging low in a loose sac, easily each the size of a softball, maybe bigger.

“Jesus Christ,” Marina whispered. “That thing looks like it needs its own locker.”

Rowan looked mildly disturbed. “It’s like… vulgar. Like nature went too far.”

“I wanna pop ‘em just to balance the ecosystem,” Trixie muttered.

She dropped down from the window and turned to the girls, smirking.

“Alright. Time to do this shit!”

Rowan blinked. “You’re actually going in there?”

“Duh,” Trixie grinned. “That dumbass couldn’t say no to a sock with lips. I’ll have him following me with his dick out in under two minutes.”

Marina giggled. “Just remember what we’re working with. Those things are huge.”

“Softballs,” Rowan muttered. “Hanging like they’re just begging for it.”

Trixie smirked. “Don’t worry. I brought my A-game.”

She popped a button on her top, fluffed her hair, and sauntered toward the locker room door with the confidence of a girl who knew exactly how to make a man ruin himself.

Inside, Gage was flexing in front of the mirror, towel slung low over his hips. The scent of musk and ego filled the room.

He looked up as Trixie pushed the door open and leaned against the frame.

“Well, well,” he grinned. “Didn’t know they were letting girls in the locker room these days.”

Trixie cocked her head. “Oh you know how lenient they've become.. ”

Gage chuckled, grabbing the towel and whipping it off completely.

“Like what you see?” he said, letting his manhood hang free.

Trixie let her eyes roam slowly, deliberately. His cock was thick and heavy, but it was the balls that held her focus sweaty, round and tight, the skin pulled taut and veiny. They swayed slightly with every movement he made.

“Damn,” she said softly. “You’re not shy, are you?”

Gage shrugged. “Why be shy when you’ve got the best package in town?”

Trixie took a step forward, eyes locked on the prize.

“Well,” she purred, “how’d you like to show off somewhere a little more… private?”

Gage’s grin widened. “Lead the way.”

Trixie sauntered down the empty hallway with a practiced sway in her hips, Gage following just a step behind, Like a puppy following it's owner. Fully naked and clearly proud of it. His massive cock swelling with every step, it bounced lightly between his legs as he walked, but those huge, swaying nuts? They were what really drew the eye. 

“So where are we going?” he asked, voice thick with anticipation.

Trixie glanced over her shoulder. “Back gym. Nobody goes there during this period.”

Gage grinned. “Kinky.”

As they reached the old utility hallway behind the gym, she pushed open a side door to a dim, abandoned equipment room. Dusty mats. Old jump ropes. Shelves of forgotten sports gear.

“Romantic,” Gage joked.

Trixie turned to him, her voice sultry. “Just wait.”

She leaned in, hands trailing up his sculpted chest, his neck. She kissed him, brief, slow, and let her fingers trail down his abs, stopping just above the root of his enormous cock.

Gage groaned. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“I know,” she whispered.

Then she cupped his balls.

Heavy. Warm. Massive.

His cock twitched.

“God, these things,” she murmured. “They’re just… so much.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty legendary,” he smirked. “Takes a real girl to handle ‘em.”

“Oh, I’m handling them alright.”

"So... how do you want me to fuck you?" Gage looked down at the girl with a sadistic grin on his face.

"Who said I'm letting you fuck me?" She giggled as she traced her fingers dangerously close to his straining cock. 

"I did" He said sternly and before she knew it he has shoved her back onto the floor and slammed her down. Within seconds the brawny demon was flipping Trixie onto her stomach and positioning his straining cock before her tight virgin cunt. 

"No underwear?" he growled. "Skanky"

"NOO!" Trixie squealed as she tried to get away but before she could do anything he was already shoving his ungodly cock inside of her. 

"Fuckk, you're so tight!" He growled in a deeper voice now, his teeth growing sharper, his face distorting slightly, unbeknownst to Trixie a pair of horns had sprouted from the boys head and an impish tail from above his juicy ass. 

Trixie began to feel weaker and weaker with every pump inside of her, his cock was too much for her. 

BOOM

The back door swung open and in came Rowan and Marina. 

Rowan stared down Gage's thick muscular ass as it moved up and down, as her gaze lowered her eyes landed on his heavy balls swinging between his legs and.. was that a tail? Then she realized exactly what was going on, He was fucking Trixie!

CRUNCH

Rowan's boot-clad foot went soaring up into the demon boy's unprepared balls and slammed against them at full force. 

"FUCKKKKK" Gage howled as he buried his cock even deeper inside of Trixie. 

"GET OUT OF HER!" Rowan screamed as she once again sent her devastating foot flying into Gage's manhood. 

CRUNCH 

As the pain of Rowan's testicular assault registered in Gage's brain his demonic form began to show more and more. 

"Quick! we need to break him!" Marina shouted as she rooted around the storage room to find something to use, that's when an old metal baseball bat caught her eye.

"Here!" She grabbed the bat and handed it to Rowan who instantly knew what she had to do. 

CRUNCH 

She swung the bat as hard as she could and struck both of the brutes balls dead on. 

CRUNCH 

Again she got them both dead centre, causing the demon's knees to buckle underneath him. 

"NOOO!" He squealed as he finally pulled his obscenely large cock out of Trixie and tried his best to escape. 

Rowan swung the bat one more time, this time upward — directly between his legs smashing his bloated balls against the underside of his own muscular frame.

CRUNCH.

Gage let out a strangled, guttural noise and collapsed forward onto all fours, gasping like a wounded animal. His swollen sack hung low and trembling, the veins pulsing, the skin an angry red. His massive cock was still half-hard, twitching above the mat like it didn’t realize the end was near.

He looked up through tear-filled eyes, face half-shifted into something inhuman  fangs, horns, twitching ears.

"p- please" He begged.

Rowan stepped forward, bat raised. Her eyes blazed with something deeper than anger, righteous fury, maybe even pleasure.

“Fuck you, demon boy.”

She swung.

POP.

The sound was sickening wet, sharp, final. Like a pair of overfilled balloons bursting under pressure.

Gage’s entire body jolted. His scream wasn’t human, it came from somewhere deeper, darker. A static-laced howl that echoed through the abandoned gym, too loud, too raw.

His cock pulsed once, twice, and then erupted, spraying a thick, ruined stream of seed across the mat in one last, useless spasm.

Then black smoke spilled from his mouth.

His form convulsed, glitched, twisted in on itself. His muscle clad body looking pained as he convulsed.

And finally, with a pitiful groan and a flicker of demonic flame, Gage collapsed into a heap of ash and steaming nut pulp.

All that remained was the bat.

And silence.

After Gage's dramatic defeat, Rowan and Marina rushed over to where Trixie lay groaning on the floor, sweat-slicked and dazed.

“Are you okay?!” Rowan asked, crouching down, eyes wide with concern.

Trixie blinked up at her, dazed. “I- I think so... yeah.” She exhaled shakily, then added with a faint grin, “I'm... definitely gonna need to buy a bigger dildo.”

Rowan snorted, the tension breaking. Marina let out a breathy laugh, still catching her own.

The three of them sat in silence for a moment, surrounded by the scorched remnants of ash, sex, and sulfur. Then, slowly, they stood, battered but victorious.

Two demons down.

Two to go.

Incuballs Pt. 1

   Lunchtime at Eastwell High was business as usual. Rowan, Trixie, and Marina sat scattered across the bleachers behind the gym, where the smell of sweat and weed hung in the air like a warning. Rowan perched cross-legged on the top bench, flipping through a battered old book she’d picked up from the local thrift store. Trixie was busy fighting the wind to light a cigarette, muttering curses under her breath, while Marina gnawed on the wrapper of her juice box straw, her gaze fixed somewhere far away. They didn’t talk much, they didn’t have to. In a town like Eastwell, there weren’t many people like them. Whether they liked it or not, they were each other’s best and only friends.

"Have you guys noticed something weird lately?" Trixie asked, finally getting her cigarette to light with a victorious flick of her lighter.

"Other than your makeup? No, not really," Rowan replied dryly.

Trixie rolled her eyes, and both girls laughed.

"No, seriously," Trixie continued, lowering her voice. "Like Sarah, in math? She’s gone boy-crazy out of nowhere. You know she was supposed to be headed to Ivy League territory, right? I heard she failed a test last week."

"No way. Sarah? The same Sarah I’m thinking of?" Marina blinked out of her trance to join the conversation.

"Yes!" Trixie said, leaning in. "And she’s been skipping class too. I mean, we do that all the time"

"You guys do," Rowan interjected with a raised brow, claiming her usual spot on the moral high ground.

"Whatever," Trixie muttered. "But Sarah’s not just skipping. She’s with some guy. One of those new guys who transferred last week."

"Ohhh, you mean the hot brothers?" Marina said, a little too eagerly.

"Yes… those ones," Trixie muttered, her face twisting with subtle disgust.

"You know, now that you mention it..." Rowan set her book down beside her. "That sounds exactly like Lily from music class. I don’t really talk to her, but she’s like a prodigy. Lately? She’s been messing up like crazy. And she totally skipped her recital the other day. Not like her at all."

"Okay, so you do get what I’m getting at here." Trixie stubbed her cigarette out on the bench with a little more force than necessary. "Something’s off."

"Yeah," Marina grinned as she dug into her backpack and pulled out another juice box. "That ‘something’ is called girls being horny." Marina laughed, popping her juice box straw with a sharp crack.

Rowan opened her mouth to respond, but Trixie suddenly stiffened.

“Hold up. Don’t look too obvious,” she muttered, nodding subtly toward the edge of the field.

The other two followed her gaze casually, like they weren’t already tense. Over by the side gate, where the old trees cast long shadows across the lawn, one of the brothers  Lucian, the quieter one of the four stood with a girl pinned between him and the chain-link fence. It was Sarah.

“Shit,” Marina whispered. “Is that?”

Lucian leaned in, close enough to whisper in Sarah’s ear his hips grinding into hers and then, just for a split second, his face shifted.

It wasn’t like a transformation you see in the movies. No gore. No flashy fire. Just... wrong.

His jaw unhinged a little too far. His skin shimmered like it couldn’t decide on a color. For a flash, his eyes turned solid black. Not glossy, not human like holes in his head.

And his hand the one pressed flat against Sarah’s lower stomach twitched, fingers elongating and curling, too many joints bending at once. Then it was gone.

Sarah gasped like she'd been punched in the gut, legs buckling, but Lucian caught her. He kissed her aggressively, almost violently and then let her go, letting her slump back into the fence , he picked her up by hear weary arm and walked her off like nothing had happened.

None of them said anything for a long beat.

“What the fuck did we just see,” Trixie finally breathed.

“I- I don’t know,” Marina stammered, gripping her juice box like it might shield her. “That didn’t look human.”

Trixie scoffed, but her voice shook.

“I told you they were soul suckers. That was straight-up demonic. His face glitched. Like, glitched, Rowan.”

Rowan didn’t blink. Her voice was cold, flat.

“Whatever that was… it wasn’t normal. And I want to know what they’re doing to those girls.”

Marina glanced back toward the fence, where Lucian and Sarah had disappeared.

“It looked like something out of a horror movie,” she whispered. “And she looked drained. Like she’d just lost a part of herself.”

Trixie nodded slowly. 

“It reminds me of... no ... ok this sounds crazy.” Trixie began

"Nothings crazier than that" Rowan blurted as the girls all huddled together. 

"It reminds me of this book I was reading, I picked it up at the thrift store like a month ago, remember we went together?" 

Rowan nodded as she remembered. 

"Demonology and Ancient Deities" Trixie almost whispered the title. 

"Oh come on Trixie, you can't be serious" Rowan said in a moment of fear driven skepticism. 

"I'm serious! The way he looked, the way he changed, it looked exactly like what was in the book." Trixie said as she began picking her things up. "Come on we're going to my place, we gotta go look at this." 

"Okay!" Marina said getting up and brushing herself off, the girl was eager for any reason to leave school. 

"But what about-" Rowan began but was cut off. 

"Do you wanna help these girls? Or would you rather get good attendance?" Trixie said sternly. 

"Fine!" Rowan relented as she got up too. 

The trio made their way to Trixie's house thankfully not a far walk from the school, as they filed into her basement bedroom one by one Marina couldn't help but ogle at the curiosities that lined Trixie's shelves. 

"Is that a-" She began. 

"Pig embryo wet specimen? yes... yes it is" Trixie said as she maneuvered through her messy room to find the book. "Long story, another time" She said as she grabbed the giant book and plopped it onto her bed, the three girls gathered around as they flipped through the pages and soon found what they were looking for. 

They found it, a two-page spread etched in old withering paper and ink, the illustration crude but unmistakable. A horned male figure crouched over a limp woman, long fingers threaded into her hair. His eyes were hollow, mouth twisted into something between a grin and a growl. The title read:

“Of Incubi: Predatory Spirits of Lust and Consumption.”

Rowan leaned in. “Okay. Creepy. Read it.”

Trixie cleared her throat, squinting at the dense gothic text.

“The incubus is a malevolent spirit of ancient origin, often appearing in the guise of a mortal man. It thrives on lust and domination, draining women of their vitality, intelligence, and purity through prolonged physical contact. Repeated exposure often leads to madness, sterility, or death.”

“Though incubi are known to shapeshift, seduce, and deceive, their true forms are marked by unnatural strength, aversion to sunlight, and—” she stopped. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Marina asked, leaning over her shoulder.

Trixie pointed to the next line.

“and grotesquely engorged testicles, the vessels through which their energy is stored and dispersed.”

“Only by destruction of these organs ideally by blade, flame, or crushing force—can the creature be vanquished in full.”

There was a long silence.

Trixie gagged. “That is foul. Testicle magic? Are you kidding me?”

Rowan blinked. “So… their balls are like… soul batteries?”

“I hate that I know this now,” Trixie muttered. “Of course the power source is balls. Men are already unbearable, and now their demon versions are just walking scrotum bombs?”

Marina made a face. “That’s disgusting.”

Trixie nodded fiercely. “Testicles are already gross and now they're evil too? Burn them all.”

Rowan, still staring at the page, added dryly, “So what you’re saying is... we need to pop some nuts.”

"They're kind of less scary now that I know this.." Trixie said giggling. "Like ooh big bad scary demons with extra big targets swinging between their legs?" 

Rowan and Marina giggled in response. 

"You said there's four of them right?" Rowan asked the Trixie. 

"Yes, the one we saw was Lucian, such a stuck up name!" Trixie laughed. "There's also Dante.. fitting... Gage and Rory.. . how come those two have normal names?" 

"I don't know how demons get their names!" Rowan said slightly exasperated, either way we have to stop them, does it say anything else?" 

Trixie flipped another page and scanned the lines, fingers tapping nervously on the heavy paper.

“Okay, here we go… listen to this,” she said, eyes widening slightly. “It says, ‘While nigh invulnerable in their assumed forms, the incubus becomes most vulnerable during acts of indulgence. In moments of heightened lust, their spiritual essence becomes centralized in the testes, swelling with stolen energy.’”

Rowan blinked. “Wait. So… the hornier they get, the weaker they get?”

“Pretty much,” Trixie confirmed. “They store the life force they steal in their balls. Which is so stupid it almost makes sense.”

“God, men really are ruled by their dicks,” Marina muttered.

Trixie smirked. “But it also says, ‘Only with sudden trauma or destruction to these vessels during their vulnerable state can the demon be expelled or slain. Failing this, the incubus will regenerate within days.’ So if we’re gonna crush some cursed nuts, we’ve got a tight window.”

Rowan gave her a look. “So… we seduce them, and then we… what? Punt them into hell?”

“Only one way to find out,” Trixie said, already grabbing a notepad. “Let’s start with Rory.”

Marina looked surprised. “The flirty one?”

“Exactly,” Trixie nodded. “He’s cocky. He thinks every girl wants him. I guarantee I can get him alone.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow. “You’re volunteering to be bait?”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Relax. I’m not gonna fuck him, I’m gonna fake it. I flirt a little, get him close, get him hard… and then boom nut him into oblivion.”

“Demon busting via blue balls,” Marina grinned. “I like it.”

“We’ll need to be ready,” Rowan said, voice a little more serious now. “What if he transforms again? What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we improvise,” Trixie shrugged. “Worst case, we run.”

She snapped the book shut and looked at the other two.

“But if we pull this off? We’ll know for sure. We’ll know exactly how to kill them.”

"And worst case scenario we're wrong, schizophrenic and get to bust some balls!" Marina added joyfully. 

"Ok well Schools still in session, it's only 1:30, where do you think he'd be?" Trixie asked excitedly. 

"He's in my art class, which is right now..." Rowan said as the shame of skipping her favourite class washed over her, "Miss Macklemore will never forgive me..." 

"Great! Let's go!" Trixie shouted as the trio hauled ass out of her room and back to the school. 

The hallways were mostly quiet, classes in session behind every closed door. The girls crept through the side entrance, ducking past the cafeteria and straight toward the art wing.

“There,” Rowan whispered, peeking through the narrow window in the classroom door.

Inside, Rory leaned against the edge of a table, half-assing a sketch while a girl beside him hung on his every word. He wasn’t even pretending to try. His pencil was mostly idle as he laughed, winked, and leaned close enough that the girl visibly swooned.

“He’s got a type,” Marina muttered. “Breathing.”

Trixie grinned, already unzipping her hoodie. Underneath, a cropped tank top showed just enough of her perky tits to draw the eye.

“I’m going in,” she said. “Give me two minutes. Then loop back to the girls’ bathroom near the west stairwell. That one’s always empty.”

"How do you know it's always empty?" Marina wondered. 

"It's where I go to smoke in the winter" Trixie giggled. 

Rowan looked uneasy. “Are you sure about this? ”

“No,” Trixie smirked. “But it’s gonna be so fun.”

She straightened her posture, flipped her long black hair, and pushed the door open like she belonged there. The teacher barely glanced up as Trixie walked in.

Rory looked up and his grin widened.

“Hey, don’t think I’ve seen you around,” he said smoothly.

“You haven’t,” Trixie said, sidling up to his desk. “I’ve been watching you though.”

That made his eyebrows rise. Trixie had never gotten a good look at the boy before, his blonde hair contrasted with his tan skin, thick eyebrows and sharp jaw exuding manly charm, none of this attracted her much but she could see the appeal. The girl next to him gave Trixie a glare like she’d stepped into enemy territory, not that this phased her much.

"I'm saving your ass you nasty bitch" She thought to herself as she continued.

“I was wondering,” Trixie said, lowering her voice, “if maybe you could, like… help me with something.”

“Oh?” Rory purred.

“Yeah,” she leaned in, just enough. “Something… private.”

The way he stood up immediately, excusing himself without even looking at the other girl, was almost comical. Trixie gave him a coy smile and led the way out.

The flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Rowan and Marina waited, nerves on edge.

The door creaked open.

Trixie backed in slowly, her fingers curled around the doorframe, eyes locked on Rory as she lured him in. He followed, wearing that same cocky smirk, scanning the bathroom with amusement.

“You weren’t kidding,” Rory said. “Empty bathroom, huh?”

Trixie gave him a sly smile. “Told you. I like privacy.”

She walked slowly toward the sinks, letting her fingers trace the edge of the counter. She bent slightly, subtly shifting her hips as she turned to face him. Rory’s eyes followed her every move.

“You’ve been flirting with a lot of girls..,” she said softly.

“Guilty,” Rory smirked, taking a step closer.

Trixie tilted her head, feigning innocence. “You always this easy?”

“I mean, not usually,” he said, his voice deepening, “but when a girl this hot asks me to ditch class, I’m not gonna say no.”

She let him get close, their bodies inches apart now. His hand reached out to touch her waist, she let it hover just for a moment before stopping him with a finger to his chest.

“Let me,” she whispered, her voice honeyed.

He froze — surprised, turned on.

Her hand slid down his chest, trailing to his beltline. She saw the hitch in his breath, the twitch behind his jeans. His pupils dilated, posture loosening, control slipping.

Her finger grazed his already bulging crotch, gently she grabbed his zipper and undid it, following suit with the button, soon his jeans were on the floor and his bulge grew even bigger, straining against his underwear. 

"Wow, you're a big boy aren't you?" She said letting her fingers glide along his twitching bulge. 

"Oh fuck yeah I am" Rory almost growled, his voice sounding different than before. 

With one tug Trixie freed his straining erection, gasping at the sheer size of it, Rory's cock easily surpassed nine inches and was as thick as a beer bottle, its shiny pink head glistened with precum as it twitched in the air, even though his cock was impressive Trixie was not interested in it whatsoever, her eyes fell onto his humongous balls. 

"Wow.. these are pretty big.." She said as she weighed his nuts in her hand. 

“Mmhmm,” Rory moaned, chest heaving. “Fuck yeah they are…”

She looked down at the two pink orbs in front of her, each easily the size of her fists. 

She gave them a gentle squeeze. Watched them twitch.

"Tell me Rory, are all demons this well hung?" Trixie said as an evil grin spread across her face. 

"Huh?" Is all Rory could get out before Trixie's fist was rocketing up towards his unprotected manhood. 

CRUNCH

“NOOOOO!” Rory screamed, stumbling back as his entire body buckled. His features shifted — teeth sharpening, skin rippling, eyes glowing blood-red.

But he couldn’t change fully. Not with the sickening ache tearing through his core. His knees buckled. He wheezed like he’d been gutted.

CRUNCH.

A second uppercut slammed into his nuts, making them warp grotesquely around her fist. His scream cracked, demonic voice flickering like static.

“How do you like me now, motherfucker?” Trixie snarled, eyes wild. “Still wanna fuck me? Drain me?”

“YOU BITCH!” Rory shrieked, claws sprouting from his hands as he flailed — but weakly, uncoordinated, like his brain was short-circuiting from the pain.

Rory thrashed, roaring through gritted teeth. His hands, now clawed and trembling swiped wildly, but he couldn’t focus, couldn’t stand. His legs wobbled, and the agonized pulsing between them had his body jerking uncontrollably.

“Get off me!” he growled, fangs flashing.

But he wasn’t going anywhere.

Rowan tackled him from the side, slamming her weight into his ribs. “You’re done, asshole!”

He hit the tile hard, and before he could scramble up, Marina was on him too planting her knees onto his shoulders, pinning him flat with surprising strength.

“Hold him still!” Trixie barked, her eyes blazing with satisfaction.

Rory’s cock, still twitching uselessly, lay still rigid against his abs. His balls, however, remained heavy, swollen, trembling from the damage. His breathing was ragged.

“You girls don’t know what you’re doing,” he spat, eyes wild. “You can’t kill me”

Trixie crouched between his spread legs and reached down, wrapping her hand around his sac. She squeezed.

Rory’s whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted.

"p- please!" The demon begged with her. "I'll do anything!"

“Oh really?” she said smirking.

She tightened her grip—just enough to make him panic.

His claws scraped against the tile, his hips bucked helplessly, but Marina dug her knees in harder, and Rowan grabbed his jaw, forcing his head to the side.

He nodded violently. "Yes! please! anything ... I'll- I'll do anything!" 

"Then shut the fuck up" Trixie said coldly. 

And then 

POP.

It was sickening. Wet, deep, final. A grotesque burst under her fist, followed by Rory’s full-body convulsion and a sound that wasn’t quite a scream, it was a howl, an unholy noise torn from somewhere beyond human.

His balls deflated in her hand, the skin shriveling like punctured fruit.

His mighty cock began to spurt out rope after rope of his demonic seed, landing all over the girls and the tiled floor, a few ropes painting the thrashing demons still handsome face. 

"NOOOOOO-" Rory bellowed as a final plume of black smoke hissed from his mouth as his form glitched—horns jutting out, eyes rolling back—before his entire body collapsed into ash.

All that remained was silence. The echo of the rupture still seemed to ring in the air.

Marina slowly looked around “...Holy shit.”

Rowan stood up, shaking. “We just popped a demon’s nuts.”

Trixie exhaled hard, wiping her palm on her jeans with a grimace.

“One down,” she said. “Three to go.”

Part 2 here 

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

Bayonetta VS The Minotaur

 

Bayonetta strode through a dark and tangled forest, her heels clacking on the weathered stone path beneath her, many would shrink in fear of what lay deep in the recesses of the forest however she knew that whatever she may face she would be able to handle. 

As she made her way farther down the shrouded path she felt a sense that the safety of civilization was quickly fading. That's when she felt the burning sensation of a pair of eyes staring directly at her. 

"Lovely day for a stroll isn't it?" She said coyly, not even knowing who or what was lurking just out of sight. Her attempt at conversation was met with a deep grunt. "Oh my... let's see what we're working with.." She said as she spun around to meet face to face with her stalker. 

Before her stood a hulking mass of muscled and testosterone, the beasts chest heaved slightly as it breathed deeply, sweat glistened off of it's unearthly muscles. 

"Haven't seen one of you in a long time..." Bayonetta said as her hand brushed against her hip. "A minotaur..." 

As she took in the sheer size of the beast in front of her, her eyes trailed down and noticed something else quite impressive. His loincloth did absolutely nothing to hide his rapidly growing erection. A thick veiny mass emerged from beneath the flimsy fabric and soon was soaring high and twitching with anticipation. Beneath the beasts behemoth cock was a set of equally as massive sperm tanks. 

"Look at the balls on you!" She thought to herself as she ogled the beasts manhood. 

"Now what do you plan on doing with that?" She said pointing to the Minotaur's straining erection, as the words left her lips a sticky bead of precum leaked from the monsters cock. 

"Hmm I can imagine" She answered her own question, she slowly approached the menacing creature, and to it's surprise grabbed a hold of its swollen bell end. 

"Let's make this easy... shall we?" She said as she rubbed his swollen red tip with her hand. 

The Minotaur melted to her touch and was soon thrusting his hips into her hand. 

"You boys are all the same..." She said fondly as she caressed the beasts cock. "So easy to disarm.." 

The last words caused the Minotaur's eyes to widen however it was too late for the poor beast. 

*SNAP* 

Bayonetta seemingly produced a pitch black whip like instrument from thin air and cracked it down onto the Minotaur's exposed balls. 

The monster groaned and bucked it's hips in response to the searing pain on it's balls. 

A red welt appeared on his overstuffed sack. 

"Aww you don't like it rough?" She said while swinging her leg back and then directly into his unprotected balls. 

*THWACK* 

The sound of her leather clad boot colliding with his massive balls echoed throughout the forest. 

As the beast wobbled back in forth, clearly dazed from the assault on his manhood, Bayonetta took her chance to gain the advantage (as if not having balls wasn't an advantage enough) and climbed his muscular body until she stood atop his broad shoulders with his head between her toned legs. She then grabbed the beast by the horns and looked down at the almost pitiful male beneath her .

"Looks like someone's been a bad boy.." She cooed, the beast attempted to shake her off however it proved to be a fruitless effort as all he ended up doing was rubbing her crotch against the back of his neck, her skin tight outfit did nothing to hide what lay beneath and soon all the Bull could think about was pounding the  witches tight cunt. 

While holding onto the Minotaur's horns she flipped herself down in-between his legs and struck his balls directly with the heel of her stiletto boot. His massive left nut took the brunt of the damage this time as it warped around Bayonetta's sharp heel, any normal man's ball would've been pierced like a kebab however the sheer size of the monsters nut saved him from premature castration. 

The Minotaur squealed in pain as the dainty female between his legs assaulted his precious manhood. 

Bayonetta dismounted the angry bull and then took a step back to admire her work, the hulking mass of pure testosterone was now cupping his pathetic balls and whimpering. 

"This has been fun, but can we finish this up? I have places to be" She said as she spoke a few indiscernible words under her breath. 

Within seconds disembodied hands reached from the ground between the now frantic Minotaur's legs, the black hands looked mangled and sported claws that could rip through a man like a hot knife through butter. The hands waved around for a moment before locating their target and promptly latched onto his enormous swinging balls. Each demonic hand encircled one of the bulls swollen nuts and began to slowly apply more and more pressure. The Minotaur shivered at the touch of the hands on his prized manhood, and shivered once again as an appendage coming somewhere from Bayonetta herself encircled his straining cock. He looked up at the witch and pleaded for mercy, however Bayonetta was having none of it.

"You think I don't know what you were going to do to me with that monstrosity between your legs?" She asked looking almost offended. She stroked his aching cock slowly, making sure to bring him close enough to release to be desperate but never close enough to feel satisfied. 

The beast shook it's head violently as the demonic hands gripped his already faltering manhood even tighter. 

The appendage then abruptly let go of the Minotaur's cock and slithered back to it's host like a serpent, the beasts cock bobbed in the air for a moment as he came ever so close to climax. 

"I hope you enjoyed it while you could use it..." Bayonetta said as she snapped her fingers, a devilish grin spread across her face.  

Upon snapping her fingers the demonic hands clenched violently around the Minotaur's manhood, squeezing his once proud balls into a mushy paste, his mammoth cock twitched violently, his cock shooting out rope after rope of his wasted seed. 

Bayonetta cackled to herself as she walked away, she saw what she wanted to see and now she was going to leave the pitiful monster to the mercy of the demonic beings she had summoned. 

Demonic Busts: Alena's awakening

Demonic Busts: Alena's awakening

Sister Anna and Sister Alena hurriedly walked down a dark corridor, whispering in hushed tones.

"Oh dear.. what do we do?" Said Anna clearly stressed beyond belief, In all her years she had never seen anything like this. 

"I have an idea sister.. but it would be .. scandalous" Said Alena, she sounded almost ashamed of herself.

"Any idea is a good idea at this point!" Said Anna looking to her friend. 

That is when they reached a heavy wooden door, the room echoed with nasty growls and a flurry of insults being screamed at them. The two looked at each other momentarily before entering the room. 

Before the two nuns was an intimidating creature, his skin was a deep crimson red, a tangled tuft of thick black hair sat on his head in-between two jagged horns. His eyes glowed a bright orange as a violent expression spread across his face. 

"you CUNTS!" The demon growled. "LET ME GO!" 

He thrashed about in his chains, that's when Alena and Anna's eyes looked down to in-between the demons thrashing legs. Up until now the pair had been to frightened to notice that the demon had been sporting a truly impressive hard-on, his red hot cock sent shivers down Alena's spine as she imagined what he would do to her with it if he was freed. Beneath his violently swinging cock was a pair of two massive red plums, they rested upon the chair and looked oddly fragile, they were the only part of the demons body that wasn't scary to the nuns. 

The demon paused for a moment and noticed the nun's looking at his package and a grin spread across his lips, as he smiled his jagged teeth were exposed. 

"Like what you see?" He said thrusting his hips out towards the two women in front of him. 

"I didn't peg you two to be sluts but if you let me go I'll show you a good time.." He said chuckling to himself. 

Alena was deeply offended by this and for the first time in her life became truly enraged. 

"HOW DARE YOU!" She screeched as she lunged at the chair-bound demon. "I took an OATH! an oath of celibacy!! and I sure as hell wouldn't break that oath for some scummy prick like you!" She yelled as she got closer and closer to him. She was inches away from his face and was about to lay into him again until she felt the rock hard tip of his cock pressing into her body. 

"EW!" She recoiled. "you- you got all your demon gunk all over my gown!" She said feverishly. 

The demon sat their laughing at the frantic nun before him, as he chuckled he must have forgotten that having your most delicate bits out in front of an angry woman was the worst possible idea for him. 

Anna stood back and watched as her once innocent friend was sent into a frenzy. That's when Alena turned around and locked her eyes on the demon's two shiny plums. 

"I know how to make you pay..." She said in a worryingly soft tone. Without warning she lunged for the demons exposed nuts and within seconds her fist was slamming down onto them. 

*CRUNCH* 

The demon's smug grin quickly turned into a look of horror as the once innocent nun was beating down on his balls with no abandon. 

Even Anna cupped her crotch in sympathy as she saw the demons once perfectly round balls inflate to a distorted, lumpy and swollen size. 

"FUCKKKKKK" was all the demon managed to get out as his balls were brutally attacked. Alena sent her fists flying down into his nuts over and over again causing his already red balls to turn an even darker shade of red. 

"This is what you get you sick fuck!" She said as she sent her fist into his balls once more. After the repeated abuse his once mighty balls looked misshapen and on the verge of breaking completely.

"Wait Alena!" Anna said, pulling her friend back. 

"Do you think maybe we could have some...fun with him before you completely break him?" She said in a whispered tone so that the demon could barely hear them. 

"What?! No! it goes against our oath!" Replied Alena. 

"Think of it this way, we break a few rules by playing with a demons cock.. BUT we get tons of brownie points for castrating said demon! it equals out!" Replied Anna. 

Alena thought for a moment and then looked at her friend. "If you want to go ahead but personally I'll enjoy just watching". 

With that settled, Anna walked over to the bound demon and stood in front of him, even though his massive nuts had been through the ringer, his cock still stood tall. 

She placed her hand on his bright red bell end and began to massage it slowly. The demon moaned and began to thrust his hips into her hand. 

"ahh you boys are all the same, demon or not" Anna cooed as she continued to massage his engorged dick head. 

"No matter what happened before as soon as a woman touches your silly cock you become a moaning, horny mess.." 

She then began to stroke the rest of his painfully hard cock, dragging her hands up and down his shaft, lingering on the most sensitive points. 

"Tell me demon, do you want to cum?". 

He looked up at her pleadingly. "Yes ma'am please let me cum and keep my balls" 

"Oh who said that you keeping those was even an option?" She said callously, she then slapped his sensitive bell end with the back of her hand.  

The demon winced as his cock swayed back and forth. 

Anna began stroking his cock again, as she did so his heavy balls bounced up and down, slapping painfully onto the chair beneath them. 

"I bet there's so much cum in those..." She said to the demon as she inspected his battered balls. 

The demon let out a deep moan, the searing pain coming from his abused and now over-filled balls was too much for him to handle. 

"Too bad you'll never get to use them again" She said stepping back.

"Okay Alena, I've had my fun, break him," 

With that Alena strode up to the demon and pressed her foot on top of his fragile balls. 

"Say goodbye to these!" 

She shot her foot down onto his doomed nuts with all the force she could muster. 

*POP* *POP*

The demon's balls crumbled under the weight of Sister Alena's foot. 

The demon couldn't bare the pain and quickly passed out, slumping back into the chair. However his cock twitched violently. Rope after rope of his demonic seed was shot all over the room, covering the floor in a thick layer of his sticky white cum. 

As his cock continued to erupt all over the floor, spilling the remnants of his nuts everywhere, Alena and Anna stepped clear of the splash zone. 

"Oh dear.. this will take a lot of cleaning.." 

"What will we do with him now that he's neutered?" Asked Alena. 

"Well there's nothing in the oath about dildo's.. and since he can't cum doesn't that just make him a dildo?" Said Anna.

"works for me" Alena said laughing, she hadn't thought about men sexually in years but now that she had a taste of castrating them she knew that she had discovered something about herself, and as a bonus she now gets a dildo!.

Defeating the Demon

Defeating the Demon

        Today was the day of one of many holy battles, however this battle was nowhere near as large in scale as most. In a small wooded area that nobody ever thought about stood two celestial beings, both ready to fight to the death. On one side of the make shift fighting ring was a tall, muscular, red-skinned figure, he wore no armor and his only weapon was his obscenely large manhood. His thick red shaft was the size of a normal man's fore-arm and it jutted out from a massive thatch of thick black pubic hair, and at the bell end of his insanely large cock was his deep purple cock head. His manhood measured to around twenty inches when entirely erect (Which was all the time) and he intended to use it to impale the petite figure in front of him. Below his massive weapon was his one and only weakness, his two massive balls, the swung like pendulums between his legs and were covered in a sparse layer of black hair. 

On the other side was the thin petite figure of what seemed to be a woman. She had pale, porcelain like skin and long white hair, her body was small yet her tits were still absolutely massive and her ass still round. Unlike her opponent she brandished an actual weapon, a sword that she held in her left hand. A golden halo hovered above her head as she stood her ground, waiting for her opponent to make the first move. 

"You foul creature! how dare you oppose me?!" She yelled at the demon in front of her. "Why don't you put that disgusting cock away before I slice it off!". 

This didn't seem to phase the demon whatsoever and he still stood his ground, a droplet of precum escaped the tip of his cock as it twitched.

With that he lunged at her, quickly slipping around behind her and knocking the sword from her hand, his cock leaving a trail of sticky precum as it brushed along her side. He pushed her forward on to her hands and knees and pointed his erect cock directly at her virgin asshole. With a wave of his hand he burned a hole in her clothing and pressed his obscenely large purple bell end directly onto her tight asshole. 

"Give me one reason I shouldn't impale you right now" He growled. His cock leaking a steady river of precum all over her.

She realized quickly she would not be able to over power him the way she thought she would but she did have an idea. From her training she knew that all she needed to do was to break his sinful demon balls and that would kill him. She then remembered the properties of the halo that hovered above her head and she had her plan. 

"Wait-" She exclaimed. This caught the demons attention and he let her go on. 

"If you're going to impale me can you at least fuck my pussy- I've always fantasized about a massive cock like yours fucking me" 

The proposition of fucking her tight virgin cunt and the fact that she just stroked his ego heavily, persuaded the demon to roll her onto her back and place the hilt of his cock onto her tight pink pussy. 

"One other thing.." She said shyly.

"Our halo's can be used as cock-rings too.. and I've heard that they make your cock ten times stiffer!" 

Wanting her to shut up so he could fuck her he complied and he grabbed the halo from its position above her head, he then slipped it over his engorged cock and it automatically tightened around it. He felt a tingle run through his massive manhood, but wrote it off as some stupid angel bullshit

With that he began to press his cock into her and before long he was pumping in and out of her tight cunt freely with no abandon, his massive balls slapping against her perky ass with every thrust. Since it had been a couple hundred years since the demon had gotten laid he was approaching orgasm relatively quickly, and as he was about to shoot his load he felt it go back down into his balls, his balls then swelled up from being filled with more cum and he was back to being painfully horny. 

Not wanting to admit he couldn't cum, he pressed on as usual and kept fucking the angel. As he was about to shoot his pent up load once more, it once again retracted into his balls and they grew in size again, this time they swelled up to the size of two melons. He stepped back from the angel and examined his cock with a panicked look on his face. 

"What have you done?!" He said accusingly at the angel but before he could attack, she sent her foot flying into his now extremely oversized balls. Usually he'd be able to brush the kick off but due to the immense swelling in his nuts he was sent to his knees instantly. 

The angel stood up and looked down at the demon below her, she then sent her foot smashing into his balls again in an attempt to keep him on the ground. She quickly grabbed her sword and pointed at the demons heaving chest. 

"if you don't listen to me I will kill you without a second thought"

The demon gulped and stared up at her, bewildered as to how he got himself in this situation. 

"Spread your legs and jerk that disgusting cock" 

He looked confused at the request, but not wanting to anger the angel above him he complied. As he jerked his cock more and more he began to get closer to orgasm, and not fully realizing what was happening he let himself reach orgasm, but once again the semen was sent rushing back into his swollen balls and he felt the searing pain of his nut sack stretching to lengths he thought impossible. Unbeknownst to him, his balls would only be able to handle one more orgasm before crumbling under the pressure and popping. 

As the demon clawed at his balls and looked bewildered as to why his sinful seed wouldn't some out, the angel could only look down and laugh. 

"Get on your hands and knees you stupid demon" She commanded. 

He complied and as he went on his hands and knees the angel was looking at his thick, hairy, virgin ass. 

"I knew god put the g-spot up there for a reason" She thought to herself as she turned her sword around and pressed the handle up to his tight asshole. 

"If you try and get away I swear I will cut off your smelly balls in an instant.". She said cruelly as she began to shove the handle of her sword into his ass. As she shoved it further and further she giggles at the squeals coming from the 'tough guy' below her. She then began to thrust the handle in and out quickly, she was masterfully hitting his G-spot with every thrust and soon the demon's outrageous cock was twitching uncontrollably. 

"Oooh are you getting close?" She cooed at the muscular figure below her. 

"Fuck you.." He groaned. 

"Fuck me?" She said angrily. "No.. FUCK YOU" She said as she slammed the handle into his ass as hard as she could and as fast as she could. His squeals turned into screeches as his ass was roughly violated over and over again, however soon he felt himself approaching orgasm once more. 

The angel notices his balls retracting towards his body as much as they could and knew that the end of the demon's massive manhood was soon to be. That's when he felt himself reach orgasm for the last time, and like the other times the cum refused to leave his cock and retracted back into his balls. However unlike the other times, this time his balls could not handle the excess amount of cum and his fat nuts began to crumble inside themselves. 

*CRUNCH* Could be heard as his left ball collapsed, another loud *CRUNCH* could be heard as his right nut collapsed too. His eyes crossed as he slumped forwards. His body reacted to the two nuts collapsing and it attempted to shoot out all of the remaining seed in an attempt to impregnate something, however all it did was send a boat load of cum rushing back into his balls. 

*POP* *POP*

His two swollen nut sacks burst open, and a flood of cum and the remnants of his demonic nuts spilled everywhere. His cock began to rapidly deflate and the halo that was once wrapped tightly around his cock fell off and floated back to over the angels head. 

"Oooh that looked like it hurt" the angel laughed to herself as she walked away.