Anonymous asked:
[i]Let's pick your character that'd enjoy it the most and get a short brutal testicle rupture blurb! [/i]

Oh, that’s definitely Azra. That girl gets antsy if she hasn’t destroyed something for more than a few hours.

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“We REALLY need to get going,” Pax insisted.

“But I can make it quick!!” Azra whined, draping herself against her partner, her breasts pressed to his bare chest. “Please? Just…FUCK…it’ll take, like, ten seconds!”

Pax took the golden dragoness by the waist, gently pushing her away until she was at arm’s length. The female continued to fidget in his grip, smoldering with pent-up desire and barely-contained bust-lust.

She was clearly in need of a fix.

Pax frowned. It HAD been almost two days, and Azra WAS the Goddess of Destruction. By her standards, that was an eternity. The green dragon exhaled slowly…then spread his legs slightly, widening his stance. Azra’s eyes lit up with joy.

“Alright,” he conceded. “But just one—”

Whump[b]POP[/b].

Before the words were even out of his mouth, Azra’s knee came up between his legs, hard enough to lift his feet off the ground. The male heard it before he felt it: the familiar sound of his own testicles crumpling across his mate’s kneecap, then collapsing, instantly reduced to a spunky paste. Indescribable agony exploded through his gut. As his feet hit the ground once more, his heavy cock twitched and delivered one thick, involuntary spurt of cum, painting the length of the dragoness’s raised thigh.

“…nnn?” Pax squeaked, claws tightening around her waist.

“Oh-ho-ho SHIT!” Azra gasped, giggling with giddy satisfaction. For another long moment, she kept her knee buried in his ballsac…but then with a practiced smoothness she lowered her leg and slid in closer to her mate, preparing to brace herself against him. “Ohh fuck babe, that was a GOOD one.”

Just in time, too, as the larger male suddenly seemed to have lost all strength. “Nnnnaa,” he continued, eyes unseeing for a moment as his brain fought to process the flood of pain signals coming from his groin. His gonads, despite being erased from existence, were the only thing that he could feel. He leaned heavily on Azra, fighting just to stay standing. His legs, like his balls, seemed to have turned to jelly.

The dragoness purred, muscles tensed as she supported his weight. “Nnrph, I haven’t neutered you like that in AGES. Your nuts get so FIRM when I let them stay intact for a day or two!”

“…A-…Azra,” Pax complained, his voice high and strained as he fought to find words. “You…I…Too much!”

She frowned, peering up at him. “Aw, what? Come on! You said I could have one hit!”

The God of Healing shook his head. “N-no, I…awwwh,” he moaned, trembling. His abdomen was a swirling pit of nausea. “I-I was going to say one BALL.”

The dragoness paused. “…I was supposed to leave you one?”

”Yes,” mewled the freshly castrated dragon god.

”…Oh.” Azra grinned sheepishly. “Well, um…my bad?”