The head

You run and jump into the air, hoping to use the moment to land a heavy blow to her head. However she simply smirks and grabs you out the air, easily holding you at arms length, you thrash about and manage to catch her cheek with your foot, but her head barely moves. She grunts, “I actually admired the balls of such a brazen attack, shame you won’t be keeping them much longer”, holding you up by one hand she grips the waist of your trousers, before ripping them off in one quick motion, leaving your cock and balls exposed before her.

“Not a lot going on there” she grins as your privates shrink beneath her hungry gaze. “You know in orc culture their used to be a test in mating ceremonies, the male would place each of his orbs on his partners tusks. She’d then slowly close her mouth until her lips were pressing down on the orbs, the longer the male would last the more dedicated he was seen as being, however if the testicles burst, the male was considered weak, and not worthy of breeding.” She breaths heavily over your shrunken member, the warm air encouraging some life back into it and causing your sack to loosen. “Admittedly orc nuts became a lot stronger over time because of this, so I doubt a human pair could survive, but there’s only one way to find out right?” She grins wickedly.

She raises you up a little so you balls are level with her mouth. “Now don’t try anything stupid, else I’ll just rip it all of and be done with it.” Drawing you closer her tongue comes out guiding you balls into her warm mouth. She sucks on them hard, and you can feel your sack loosen further inside her the skin relaxing as she swirls her tongue around your berries, it’s almost pleasurable even as a twinge of pain emanates from your stretched cords, your cock begins to rise.

She then opens her mouth again and pulls you away slightly, until you feel two slightly dull points beneath each orb, gradually you feel the soft press of her lips on top the orbs, forcing them down onto the tusks. At first you think it’ll be ok, you know lips to be quite soft, and doubt any real **** could be applied with them. But quickly your reminded this is an unfamiliar race, and though her lips appear soft, she is soon able to exert enough **** that you can feel the tusks digging in deep to each testicle, deforming them against her lips, you feel the space between her tusks shrink with your balls in between, bulging out obscenely as they send waves of pain up through your body, telling you they are in danger.

As you start to buck and twitch under the pain, she grabs you tighter by the waist, preventing your hips from moving about. Evermore the pain grows more intense as your balls rearrange around the tusks, trying to escape rupture. She eyes you mischievously and you feel her tighten her jaw further, until.

“SPLORCH”

your right testicle loses all integrity as the tusk pierces through it, quickly followed by another sickening “squelch” as the left succumbs to the same pressure. The woman gazes up at you triumphantly, and sucks harder on your sack, drawing it back into her mouth where you feel her molars start viciously grinding what remains of your balls to mush, each chunk sending a fresh wave of pain as it’s liquidised further.

You feel her once more position your sack to the front of her mouth, and the familiar press of the tusks, only this time it’s just mush they press against. Biting hard you feel the tusks pierce the skin of you bloated sack, when she begins hungrily sucking the soupy contents out through the small holes. You watch in horror as your sack shrinks with each gulp of her neck, it’s brutalised contents sucked straight down her throat, along with what makes you an man.

She sucks hard one more time before releasing your sack from her mouth, the skin slumping loosely beneath your wilting cock. She squeezes down from the top of the scrotum over her mouth, milking every last trace of your manhood before wiping her lip and smiling up at you.

“Mmmm, that hit the spot and too think I was considering letting you keep those when we met. It’s been too long since I last had testicle soup, and nothing beats it freshly squeezed” winking jovially, “just a shame you didn’t have a bigger set, my mother used to find centaurs packing enough to feed me and my sister. Oh well, I could take your cock to fill me up, but that thing barely seems worth the effort.” She laughs looking down on your flaccid member, before dropping you to the floor.

“Either way I’m sure someone will take pity on you if they find you, after all nothing sadder than a eunuch. See you around Mr!”

You watch her perfect ass walk off into the distance, before finally succumbing to the pain and passing out.