You lean in to suck her breasts (Ending)

Your lips wrap-around one of Mursola's teats to suckle a fat, dark-green nipple. It's huge compared to most women you've seen: you and Mursola crawl in coitus on the bed and sprawl over the floor once you fall to it, fucking for hours and to your physical limit- your thighs cramp, your knees and elbows are sore, but you keep beating your crotch into hers however possible. You don't even have sperm in your cum anymore, but your blood boils with intense lust-!

Passed out together in a lurid, sweaty mess... you and Mursola stay together in the days to come. She's not supposed to keep you, but she does, and even as the testosterone in your blood thins the two of you enjoy brutal sex every day. Weeks later, when you struggle to get hard, she fastens an elaborate cock-cuff to your hilt to **** you to erection. Later still, she begins injecting you with a red potion to restore and enhance your masculinity, musculature and potency: you're soon glad you gave up your balls to be with her.

Mursola falls in love with you first- and only later, as you watch her geld new patients, you realize you love her too. Sometimes you have sex in front of prisoners scheduled for castration to rile them up, and many beg for her touch before her fingers pluck their balls. You're happy for the men she castrates... but to your surprise, she only has sex with you.

The orc castratrix's belly swells with a healthy half-orc sired by you- tests confirm it! During her pregnancy, you help Mursola in battle to revolt and usurp the entire laboratory, and she succeeds. The labs become totally devoted to erotic castration with a staff of skilled and deadly nurses trained by Mursola herself, some of which take eunuch husbands too.

You two are wedded while hundreds of new jars are added to the castratrix's collection, and more in the collections of her nurses. The lab shifts from forcing castration on men to coaxing them into it. Beautiful, muscular orc women lure men here to willingly give up their balls for exquisite pleasures. And like you... the eunuchs stay under your leadership, assisting the lusty green women in satisfying their desires, and the bizarre desire they tempt into the minds of horny men like [you.

In](http://you.In) the years to come, you raise a strong-willed and mighty half-orc woman born from your last seed, Muradeen. You're an odd family for sure, but you and Mursola never quarrel: ever since the day you met, the flame of your romance has only burned brighter, and your daughter loves the both of you dearly. The two of you age well and pass peacefully at the end of your natural lives, and the Cult of Castration left behind by you and Mursola goes on to become a permanent faction in several countries, hosting perverse sex-dungeons where curious or horny men wander into to encounter new mixed-race castratrixes who lure almost every visitor into a willing, erotic castration. Your seemingly pointless act of excess arousal and insane fetishism together spawns a purposeful and fulfilling movement that gratifies tens of thousands of people for ages to come.