She stomps your balls to goo

"Tell me, why do you want me to take those from you?" She asks slinking over to you as you sit yourself down at the foot of her bed.

"I am simply an admirer, your majesty. I could think of nothing better."

"Hmm..."

She is still clearly somewhat confused by the request, but seems more than happy to oblige as you sits on the bed behind you. Your head slots between her thighs as she opens up your legs with her feet and plops her soles down on top of your babymakers.

She begins pressing your balls into the cool stone floor, wiggling her toes around in them and creating a foot-nuts sandwich.

She begins quietly musing to herself as your balls soften under her weight,

"You hear of men losing their testicles in war, you know? Our armies do it to those they capture, other armies have done it to ours in the past... some peoples do it as punishment for a crime... yet here you are wanting it... I would have called the gaurds for most people coming into my chamber uninvited but you really caught me off guard!"

She strokes your head softly, a complete juxtaposition when compared to her toes viciously mauling your testes. For as much as her words give the impression she is far removed from this, you find it hard to believe given how effectively she is dismantling your jewels.

"Anyway..." She moves on, "This has been really fun, and I thank you genuinely for your gift... Say goodbye..."

With that she thrusts her heels deep into your balls, eliciting a *CRUNCH* noise from each, before transferring her weight to the balls and toes of her feet and pushing with as much **** as she can muster.

*SQUELCH-POPSH*

Your sack splits between her toes and the mushy, creamy steaming remains of your babymakers spill out onto the tiles, though Nefertiti continues wiggling her Egyptian toes in the mess for a time.

Eventually she kisses the top of your head before stepping up and walking back over to where she stood on the balcony to begin with, trailing footprints of cream coloured nut-mush behind her.