Request Castration

You know your balls are doomed. You are perceptive enough that the shapes floating in the jars are severed balls, and worse... your shoulders sulk in front of the beautiful but perversely depraved lamia woman. She had tools and magic for this, not to mention much more strength than a human- ... but perhaps you can try shooting your last load in her?

Getting there, however, is the risky part. "I know you're after my balls. I'd like to offer them to you." You state aloud; the lamia was looking agitated by your long pause, but she perks up immediately at your offering. She slithers closer and cups her breasts...

Her devious snake-slitted eyes convey a careful appraisal of your own face. "Are you sssure? I meant to play first..." She answers, confirming your suspicions- "I do want you. Will you take them and be my last time?" You ask, prompting a furrow of her brows.

She has difficulty deciding... but she sits up and pulls you into her bed, atop her scaly lap. "Very well. I will take them first, then I will enjoy the last of your manhood!" Exclaims the horny lamia, who has you laid out like a baby atop her. You can only pause again in shrill terror while her fingers circle, grip and fondle your balls.