Genshin Impact: Bennett and Razor - Mushed Berries

Another Genshin Impact story guys! Hope those who read, enjoy it :) The characters are below, to those of you who want to get to know them a bit better if you're unfamiliar.

(So sorry about any formatting issues. Putting it here was such a struggle for some reason.)

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                                                                              Bennett

                                                                        

                                                                            Rosaria                       

                                              

“I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry!”

Razor grunted and rubbed his growling belly. He sniffed the gentle breeze as it contacted him, guiding him in the direction of something to satisfy his belly.

“Over there! Let’s hunt!” Razor insisted, heading off in the direction of the subtle smells he’s been trained to catch as a member of a wolfpack. But, Bennett grabbed onto his arm before he ran off, keeping his friend and guide in place.

“Wait, wait! We can eat later, Razor! But right now, we have to focus on the commission like I told you!”

“But… I’m hungry!” Razor added up his limited vocabulary as best he could to express himself in the moment. He was successful.

“I know, I know! Look, here’s an apple, okay!? But I need you to help me with the commission! And now I need you to find me more apples too.” Bennett said after giving his young friend the last apple from his bag. Bennett couldn’t help but smile and gleam at how quickly his wild friend devoured the apple. Bennett giggled as Razor finished the apple, core and all.

“Thank you.” Razor said after finishing the apple and dropping the stem. Then he started to rub his bare belly as he looked up sadly at Bennett. “But… still hungry.”

Bennett groaned and shook his head. “Okay, okay! We’ll hunt soon, but I really need you to help me here!” Bennett used his hands to express and capture Razor’s attention, and then wrapped his arm around Razor’s neck. “Listen, this commission has to go well, I had to beg Katheryne to give me this commission! It’s super important and it’s just the kind of commission that will prove to the Adventurer's guild that I’m a big player!”

“Big. Player?” Razor asked.

“Yeah, a big player! Someone who will get the job done!”

“But… I am big as you. We boys, not big.”

“I know, I know Razor! But, it’s a figure of speech, okay!?”

“Oh… okay. What we doing?”

Bennett sighed and stopped walking with Razor, his head hanging low with disappointment for the moment. Razor kept his eye on Bennett, but kept keenly aware of his surroundings. You never know when you’d need to spring into hunt mode in Wolvendom. Or even survival mode.

“There was a commission to find a very special, missing book here in Wolvendom for Lisa. If we get it, we get a lot of Mora. And if we get a lot of Mora, we can buy a lot of food!”

“Food? What kind of food?” Razor asked, perking up in attention.

“Haha, all kinds! But you have to help me, okay?”

“Yes! Okay, one more time. What are we finding?”

“Oh Barbatos… we’re finding a book! It’s big and purple, and it has a lot of words! Lots of pages! Have you seen any big books around in Wolvendom?”

“Hmm… maybe! Yes, I think! Follow me!” Razor exclaimed, and ran off in a direction. Bennett had to scramble to keep up with him. On the run to follow, Bennett fell and scraped his knee on a root.

“Damn… always unlucky. H-hey, wait up! Wait up!”

 

The two boys made it to Razor’s destination, and the young wolf-boy searched around expertly with his keen senses. Bennett kept his eye out, but Razor’s sense sight, smell and hearing were stronger than his for sure. He let Razor guide him, skillfully searching his home for the commission Bennet brought to his attention. Suddenly, Razor ducked low and prowled through the bushes. Bennett went low too and struggled to keep up.

“Wait, wait up-”

“Quiet!” Razor abruptly commanded in a whisper as he turned around, putting his glove to Bennett’s mouth. Bennett’s eyes crossed to look Razor’s orange gloves, a humble look growing on Bennett’s smooth face as his mouth was forcibly closed. He tasted the dirt of Wolvendom, and although it didn’t disgust him, he couldn’t wait to take a swig of water to clean his mouth.

Razor’s red eyes looked deeply into Bennett’s green eyes, and prompted Bennett to follow his eyes as they looked forward. They saw a pair of Treasure Hoarders under a tree. One had a shovel, a more heavy set almost grey haired looking one, but he seemed quite young still, and another thinner blonde one, with no outward weapons of his own. They looked to be done digging with their shovel, and were looking at a book. A large, dirty purple book.

“Is that your book?” Razor quietly asked Bennett.

“Oh yes! That’s it! Don’t let them get away!” Bennett excitedly exclaimed as he ran past Razor and charged towards the Treasure Hoarders who now knew that they were being watched and subsequently approached.

“No! Agh. Bennett. Bad Hunter.” Razor shook his head and followed his friend, the element of surprise now lost from them.

“Ahh, back off! We found this first!” The Gravedigger exclaimed, giving the book to his buddy as he picked up his shovel.

“Sorry, but that’s property of the Mondstat Adventurers Guild!” Bennett exclaimed, his stance wide and voice proud.

“Oh, did you hear that!?” The Gravedigger bumped his friend, prompting both to laugh. “And what are you gonna do about it, kid? Tell your mom on us? Haha!”

Bennett grimaced. He’s used to being taken lightly, and has handled rude guys before. This wasn’t new to him.

He drew out his sword from his back and held it tightly. “This is your last chance, or me and my friend will make you pay! That isn’t yours!” Bennet exclaimed, looking serious in his young, adventurers outfit.

His shorts snuck up his thin legs as his stance widened and stuck into the ground. His eyes glimmered and narrowed as he watched the two treasure hoarders who’s smiles faded away at seeing the seriousness of the two boys. Not only was Bennett rearing for battle, but Razor too. The wild-boy’s stance widened too as he pulled out his greatsword, a sword almost bigger than he is. It weighed him down and dug his feet into the ground. He raised it up in front of him, his arms ready to twist and swing, and make a carving of anything in his path.

The two treasure hoarders looked at each other and nodded. The two slowly separated from each other, in combat positions and prompting the other boys to match them. Bennett slowly separated from Razor, matching the Gravedigger, while Razor matched the other Treasure Hoarder, who pulled out throwing knives and had them held over his head, ready to throw at any moment.

Bennett and the Gravedigger watched each other intently for a few silent moments before the Gravedigger spoke up.

“This is your last chance, kid. You’re too young and pretty to get put in an early grave.”

“I know. So I won’t go in one. I hope you don’t either.”

“Oh trust me. I won’t.”

“You shouldn’t speak so soon.” Bennett replied, tightening his hands over the handle of his sword.

The Gravedigger spit to the side and reared back his shovel.

“Enough talking! Have a taste of this!”

And the Gravedigger picked up speed as he approached Bennett, wildly swinging his shovel in front of him, sure to hit the young man if he got too close.

Bennett tightened his fists around his sword, concentrating his spirit of adventure, pyro and determination as the oncoming, madly swinging Gravedigger. Bennett’s concentration leveled up and continued to improve until his Passion Overloaded. He swung up in the air with a fiery trail blazing from his sword and then swung his sword down, aiming for the ground beneath him, ready to explode out and let out his energy, pushing back the oncoming Treasure Hoarder.

However, the Treasure Hoarder’s shovel interfered with it’s chaotic swinging, and managed to swing down onto Bennett’s sword as he was falling down, offsetting the balance of his dive. Bennett’s sword swung down at an awkward angle as he fell, the young adventurer realizing the unlucky happenstance as it happened but unable to change course. As a result, his sword angled down and stuck into the earth as his wrists tilted down, still determined to hold onto his sword.

As the sword sunk into the earth, Bennett’s body crashed down and fell onto the hilt of his sword. Unfortunately for the ever-unlucky Adventurer, Bennett fell onto the sword with his legs spread wide, the dull, hard and cold hilt of his sword jamming into his shorts and pushing up into his groin.

Bennett could feel his delicate reproductive parts, which were contained within his shorts and flailing as he fell, get instantly jammed up into and crushed by his body weight as he fell on the sword. Bennett’s bulge visibly rose in his shorts, squashing his left nut directly between the sword and his young, active body weight. It felt like his nut was about to pop as he crashed down and Bennett’s bright green eyes went wide and body hung straddled for a moment, his sword was stuck into the earth and threatening to pop his delicate yet firm testicle.

“Gahhh!” Bennett screamed out in high-pitched, thoughtless distress before his mouth tightened and eyes closed. The unlucky adventurer has been through enough bad situations to know when he’s really pinched himself here, but this was on an entirely new level. The shock and loss of breath that accompanies bad falls and painful realizations was present, but he’s never put his reproductive parts in danger before. There was an extra layer of weight and fear coming from this, and it made his mind go totally blank. He couldn’t brainstorm how he can fix this like he normally does. He was just focused on the feeling of that dull, blunt hilt jamming up and crushing his left ball as his body continued to descend on the hilt of his sword.

Then, the energy that his passion imbued into the sword, finally expressed itself and exploded after a moment of Bennett worriedly straddling his sword, creating a shockwave that blew back both the Treasure Hoarder who was fighting for his balance in front of Bennett, and Bennett himself, who was pushed up and back through the power of his sword. Unluckily for Bennett, much of the force that launched him away, came up through his sword and directly into a single, healthy and sturdy Seelie between his legs. His other Seelie was certainly in shockwave range too and did not come out unscatched, but most of the pain was focused on that single, unlucky reproductive orb of Bennett’s.

Bennett flew back and up, then fell back painfully onto the ground. Traditionally, when Bennett’s Passion overloads and he is launched from the explosion, he’s able to jump right to his feet and get back on his mission, bruises and all. However, this time Bennett felt paralyzed on his back as a sickening pain was in the process of erupting within him, like a burning, sickening volcano that was overflowing from the center of his being. That overwhelming, exploding feeling inside him was rivaled only by his own Adventurer's passion, but greatly overwhelmed in intensity. Bennett groaned and cupped his crotch with his gloved hands, pulling his legs up and rolling his eyes.

“Oooohh… oooo noo, not good. Owwwww…” Bennett cried out, his eyes tearing up as he kicked his legs in his shorts angrily as he curled over and assumed the fetal position.

“This is gonna hurt in the morning… ooooo… my nut, my nut… ahhh...”

Meanwhile, the Treasure Hoarder began to stand up, and looked for his opponent, only to find him clutching his jewels and making pained noises. The man realized what happened and grimaced.

“Argh, unlucky...”

Despite the two just threatening an early grave for the other moment ago, the Gravedigger felt reluctant to continue to fight. Seeing the young Adventurer writhe in pain, clutching his jewels, did something to turn off the Gravediggers fighting instincts.

“H-help! We need to get out of here!!”

The Gravedigger heard his buddy call out a few trees away and saw him throwing the book they just got, at the feral looking boy that looked to be friends with the one on the floor now. But, there was some bright, terrifying electric creature towering over the boy, which moved in motion with him. Angrily, a loud howl emitted from the boy as he turned his head to the sky, which was carried further and louder by a wolf's roar over Razor’s own.

The sight and sound sent fear into the heart of the Gravedigger. He forgot about the writhing Bennett on the floor, and turned coat to run with his fellow Treasure Hoarder. Razor watched both abandon their claim and made sure to chase them away, instilling fear into the both of them. He only chased for a minute before he held onto the tree at the top of the hill he reigned supreme over, and then howled in dominance once again, loudly along with his Wolf Within. Then he let it disappear as he realized the battle was over.

He walked back to where he was, finding the book that was thrown at him. He picked it up, then looked for his buddy Bennett. Surprisingly, he found Bennett curled on the floor, clutching his shorts and moaning softly.

“Bennett! You hurt?” Razor asked, kneeling down next to his friend and checking him for wounds.

“Mmmm… so unlucky… ugh.” Bennett groaned as he rolled around onto his back, face a mask of pain and whining in a high pitch. He shook his head and legs, shifting his clutch on his tenders. Razor noticed this and grimaced.

“Oh… your berries? Ouch…”

“Yeah, my berries… I feel like I’m going to be sick…”

 

“Yes. Very unlucky..”

“Very… do you know any…” Bennett stopped talking as he opened his eyes and groaned, holding his stomach and rolling onto his side again. He clutched and tightened up, but appreciating the comforting caress Razor was rubbing on his scarred shoulder. It helped Bennett feel at ease, even though the pain was seering.

“Take time. It hurts wolves and boys… but especially boys.”

“Yes. Especially boys… and especially when they take the direct force of an explosion too…” Bennett groaned, pulling the hand from his stomach down his shorts and assessing the damages directly. The direct contact shocked Bennett and made his mouth open wide in shock, and eyebrows furrow in pain.

His eyes crossed for a moment, but he was able to assess and outside of what’s likely a bruise at the bottom of his left nut, his boys felt okay. Outside of the sickening pain he was in. In fact, holding them directly with his hand started to give Bennett a strange sense of comfort.

“Oooo… ok, ow…” Bennett groaned, realizing that his hand won’t be enough. He’d leave his hand there, but he needs more. “Razor… do you know, remedies for this? Or a plant that can help maybe?”

“Uhh… wolfhook!” Razor said, standing up and looking around for wolfhook.

“I be back! Stay here!” Razor insisted, running off to look for wolfhook for his friend.

“Yeah… not going anywhere…” Bennett groaned, keeping his hand in his shorts and breathing slowly on the ground. He grimaced and lifted his legs again, trying to shift the pain but it wasn't very successful. He was feeling better, but he was certainly not in adventuring mode right now. Leaving his hands in the familiar region within his shorts was more than enough for him as he lied there.

“Oh! Also, here is book!” Razor said turning back and giving Bennett the book. Bennett’s eyes widened and his hands left his tenders to hold the book.

“Oh, awesome! Yeah!” Bennett exclaimed, laughing excitedly and hugging the book. “I can’t believe I almost forgot this… ooo… can’t believe I forgot I can’t move too much… ugh…” Bennett groaned, getting too excited for his own good and curling over in pain. Bennett spread his leg and straightened his back, moving a hand back down his shorts as his forehead was digging into the floor beneath him.

“It’s ok. I be back!” Razor said, as he quickly went to find where he knew there’d be enough wolfhook for him to pick. His pockets were just deep enough to hold it all too.

 

As Bennett lied on the floor, recovering from the explosion he underwent with a hand down his shorts, he wasn’t aware that he was being watched. Out of the darkness of the shadows, a pale, tall and ominous sister approached the weakened Bennett.

Sister Rosaria’s commission seems to have been successful. Rather than going out to do it herself, she knew if she’d send someone else to do the commission, and simply followed them, she’d be able to find the book without getting her hands very dirty. Plus, she wanted to study the tactics of whoever accepted the commission, to gain more knowledge. She was hoping the Traveler would’ve been the one to take the commission, so she was disappointed hearing Bennett took it. Despite that, she still followed and took notes on the tactics she witnessed. Admittedly, she found Bennett’s tactic of… making his enemies feel bad for him, was not very daunting. However, Razor seemed like a much more formidable adversary. She couldn’t take notes on him, considering how the enemy fled immediately. But she could sense his power. She wouldn’t forget.

But for the moment, all Rosaria had to do was take the book from the incapacitated young adventurer. She didn’t intend to do it with force though. Rosaria’s come to the conclusion that has a way with words and intends to let Bennett know that this is for the best. She’s realized that men normally listen to her and don’t argue, especially if she tries to get forceful. Even if she had to get forceful today, she suspected Bennett wouldn’t put up much of a fight. He’s already quite sore. She just had to force on his pressure points.

She just knew she had to do this quickly. If Razor comes back before she gets the book and skedaddles, then it’s very possible she’d have to confront him. Razor felt like a wild card to her. She would rather not engage with him, if she could help it.

Rosaria approached Bennett quickly and quietly, only giving away her presence at the last second. She was able to swipe the book away before Bennett could get his hands on it, especially since half of his hands were down his pants and caressing his privates.

“Ahhh, Sister Rosaria?! Shit! Ah, sorry, my hands weren’t down-, oh wait hey! What are you doing with my book!? That’s my book, my commission!”

“I know, I was the one who posted the commission. Thank you, but you’re no longer needed, Bennett.” Rosaria said as she turned away, strutting away in her high heels and long legs. Bennett looked up her fine legs, speechless for a moment as he watched her hips sway from left to right. He’s seen Sister Rosaria around the chapel before, but she always came off as so cold. She always made him shiver, for more than one reason. But he put those thoughts out of his head as he shook it. He had more important things to think about, then the frame and presentation of Rosaria.

“No! You can’t take that away from me!” Bennett exclaimed, standing up and following Rosaria, meekly and with one hand clutching his crotch, keeping his sack in place and not letting it bounce as he moved. He didn’t care how he looked, he just needed to catch up to her.

Rosaria sighed and turned around to face Bennett, who was looking up at her with a determined, annoyed expression. She saw his hand clutching his delicates and intentionally made sure Bennett noticed her glaring at it. She hoped it would embarrass him, which it did. She saw his blush grow as he moved his hand away from his shame.

“Bennett. You’re injured. And even if you weren’t, you’re no match for me. You’re just a boy. Go sit down and recover and let the adults handle this. Thank you for your help, but you can’t get involved anymore.”

“Then why put out that commission at all!”

“You wouldn’t understand. Now, back off or face the consequences. I don’t want to have to punish you.”

Bennett knew he was weak and he didn’t have his sword on him. A loud part of him said this isn’t worth it, especially with the cold, mysterious Rosaria being the one in his way. She is a Sister after all, she must have good reasons for this. But, he couldn’t just let Rosaria push him around. His adventurer’s spirit wouldn’t let him just sit back. He had to step up and prove himself, now or never. Either nut up or shut up.

He tightened his hands and against his better intuition, approached Rosaria confidently. Legs spread proudly, he tightened his lips and face, trying to look tough as he got closer to Rosaria.

Rosaria couldn’t help but feel bad knowing what was about to come to this mostly innocent young man. She knows Bennett just wants to do and be good, and she sees where he’s coming from. She put out this commission, and Bennett wants to see it through. But she warned him not to come closer and let him know there will be consequences if he doesn’t withdraw. He knows there will be a punishment, but he’s acting out anyway. Foolishly acting, acting like nothing will come to him even with her warnings. It was disrespectful. She had to teach him some respect. She has to fulfill her part in this.

Bennett grew closer to Rosaria, and she let out a chilly sigh.

“Lights out.” She said loudly, as both a command and battlecry. Swiftly, with justice on her side, she jammed her strong leg into the ground, used it as a base and rocketed her other leg and commenced the rite of termination of Bennett’s will, adventurer’s spirit and potential ability to create little adventurers in his not so fertile future.

Powerfully, her leg rose, her skirt rising with it and opening up for the world to see as her pointed shoes slammed up into poor Bennett’s shorts, directly making contact with the two orbs that painfully lay helpless in his sack. One was more swollen than the other and that one took the impact first, but it did not lessen the impact on the other one. But both of Bennett’s balls took all of Rosaria’s dominant kick.

Bennett’s eyes crossed and his mouth gaped open as his shorts scrunched up, it’s contents flattening as his shorts rode up his thin, smooth legs. Once Rosaria’s boot was removed from Bennett’s crotch, the young, unlucky adventurer instantly fell to the floor and couldn’t begin to understand the amount of pain or situation he was in anymore. He forgot all about the commission and everything else. He could only wonder why he stepped up to Rosaria and put himself in this situation. Why did he not even defend himself? That question quickly left his mind as all he knew was that his existence was riddled with a growing, scorching, uncontrollable pain and he couldn’t move through it. This was worse than unlucky. Nothing he’s been through prepared him for this.

His green eyes rose as the pain exploded in him and his mouth cringed, pulling at itself and unable.

Rosaria watched him from above, a hand over her own crotch and let out a sympathetic groan as she bent over.

“Ooohh, poor baby… really. I wish I didn’t have to do that to you, honey. But you left me no choice.” Rosaria insisted as she stood up straight and paid Bennett his respects.

“Ahhh… ahhhhhh!” Bennett shrieked as he began to thrash on the floor. His neck tightened and his face reddened, his mouth clenching shut and another scream left his mouth, begging for help. But there was nothing anyone could do. Bennett’s hands pulled in towards the source of his agony, his two swollen testicles, but touching them caused him so much more pain. He screamed out again in mounting concern and pushed his hands in deeper, just holding his forearms into crotch, both burning and potentially ruined orbs screaming on their own, only pressed gently by his stiff forearms as his hands twitched. Bennett’s eyes rolled as his mouth opened meekly, unable to handle the pain. Saliva started to exit through the corner of his mouth closest to the floor, pooling beneath.

Rosaria watched for a few more seconds, unable to understand but truly sympathizing with Bennett in the moment. As the young man’s eyes began to water, his lips quivering, Rosaria’s concern and worry grew within her for the young adventurer.

Then, it looked as if Bennett had something stuck in his throat and began to shake his head. Rosaria wondered if somehow she kicked his balls up into his throat, and that’s what was stuck in there. That would’ve been quite the situation, she thought. She didn’t even know it was possible, but it looked like it might’ve been. She did kick him pretty damn hard afterall.

Bennett began to cough roughly, and dig into the ground with his reddening face. His legs shifting, body twisting and generally writhing weakly. Rosaria told herself this was her duty and she should head back to Mondstat to complete her task, but she couldn’t help but feel so terrible for Bennett.

Rosaria looked around for searching eyes but found none. She then lowered her knees and got closer to the floor for Bennett. She gently rubbed his cheek and comforted him as best she could.

“There… there. Don’t worry, you will survive. Maybe your babies won’t… but, with your luck, you’d be shooting blanks even if I didn’t just break your balls anyways… probably. If, you were to find anyone to shoot into. Ahem, sorry. I’m trying to be comforting. Sorry, Bennett.”

If Bennett was following Rosaria’s comforting words or realized she was still there, he didn’t give any impression regarding it. He continued to water, leak and shake on the floor, in helpless agony.

“M-my… my balls… oh Barbatos, my balls!” He yelled out, furiously shaking and writhing on the floor.

Now, he was gripping his shorts, pulling them up and holding the bruised balls that were in those young adventurer shorts.

Rosaria winced and retracted her hand as Bennett writhed. She shook her head and was beginning to rise.

“Bennett! What you do to him!?”

Rosaria turned to the source of the noise and saw Razor sprinting at her with his greatsword reared. The wolf and electricity she noticed before from him, has disappeared.

“Shit.” Rosaria let out as she dove away from Razor’s charging frame. She pulled her polearm out and held it in a defensive stance in front of her, as she was bent over, one leg straight and long with the other bent.

Razor stopped in front of Bennett and put his hand on his friend's bare shoulder.

“Bennett! I have berries! Are you ok!?”

“Ahh… no, no! It hurts so bad!” Bennett whined, pulling an arm up to his head and kicking his feet.

Razor looked up from his writhing friend, seeing Rosaria looking defensive on the stop some steps away from them.

“You! You hurt Bennett’s berries!? They already mushed!”

“I warned him what would happen if he got further involved. He chose to face the consequences.”

“No! No good! You! You are a bad woman! You never hurt a boy’s berries!”

“I warned him and he did not care, I couldn’t let him interfere! Don’t make me put you down too, boy!”

“No! You will pay! You will not! Not get away!”

Rosaria grimaced and tightened her grip on her polearm. She won’t feel as bad about putting Razor down for the count. Sometimes, wild animals need to be treated as such.

Razor yelled out and charged at Rosaria with great power and determination, leaping in the air and striking the ground where Rosaria just was. But, Rosaria pushed off the ground with her powerful legs, dodging the telegraphed strike and swung her polearm around, swinging the blunt end into Razor’s belly. The wild boy grunted and curled up over the strike, angrily and loudly turning to Rosaria to aggressively swing his weapon at her again. Rosaria dodged to the side and threw her heel out, kicking Razor’s exposed belly, then pulling it down and swinging up the blunt end of the polearm into his stomach again.

Razor whined and fell to a knee, clutching his stomach angrily, his red eyes watering at the pain and breath loss.

“I’ll give you one more warning. Let me go and I won’t have to hurt you like I hurt Bennett.”

Razor grimaced and stood up, hunched over slightly and rubbing his stomach.

“No. I will not! You won’t get away.”

“Fine. Your loss, boy.” Rosaria insisted as she casually approached Razor, her hips swaying confidently with each step forward. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Razor, but she expected a more adept combatant, considering his life in the wild and presentation earlier vs. the Treasure Hoarders.

Rosaria yelled out and jousted towards Razor, who raised his weapon in defense and was ready to block her blow. But suddenly, Rosaria disappeared, leaving the young wolf-boy confused. His confusion multiplied as a yell appeared behind him, and instantly a boot rose up from between his legs and crushed his vulnerable berries viciously.

Rosaria held back nothing as she kicked the boy from behind, feeling his heavy sack lift and flatten under her educated and brutal pointed boots. She struck coldly, without any remorse nor care if she neutered the wolf-boy right then and there with her strike.

Razor yelped as the strike resonated within him, his arms pulling in and his greatsword dropping. Razor’s eyes widened as he looked down, pain exploding within his frame and another yelp escaped his mouth as his hands cupped his recently lifted, crushed and abused berries hurriedly. The natural animalistic response men have to getting their reproductive parts attacked took over, dropping Razor to his knees and protecting his delicate parts as best he could. Naturally, the pain grew within him and boiled, taking all of his focus as he grit his teeth and eyes watered, the pain growing as Razor struggled to bring air back into his body.

Rosaria looked down as Razor curled over his knees, hands deeply clutching his groin and gasping heavily. His green jeans offered little resistance to his defense, she noted. She also noted that he was quite well-endowed, but somehow it makes sense for a wild-boy she thought.

Rosaria stared down at his hooded frame, noticed it trembling lightly and weakly. She smirked as she stood up from a defensive position.

“Ahhh… oooohhhh… ahhahahhaaa…” Razor whined from his knees.

“What did I tell you, boy? Listen next time, and you won’t get hurt.”

“You… e-evil woman… not… not good…”

“Take it as a learning experience. You have to know your limits.”

Razor shook in anger and agony, slowly his pain getting overtaken by the adrenaline of the hunt and sheer disdain for this experience. Still clutching his wounded sack with his orange gloves, his legs slowly pushed himself up off his knees. Razor’s breath grew in intensity and his head turned ominously behind him, looking for the woman who attacked his tenders so brutally. Even animals know not to go for those parts.

Rosaria saw the look on Razor’s face under his hood and heavy hair. Although his eyes looked redder and more vulnerable than usual, she saw the look of a predator and instantly, her skin began to crawl. Before she knew it, she’d already paced back several steps, a safe distance away from that wild animal. She had to force herself to shift into a defensive position and regain her strength.

“R-really kid? You want to me to do it again!?”

“No!” Razor bellowed, tightening and getting closer to the floor. His posture screamed to pounce at any moment.

“You! Will… pay!” Razor commanded, as he ran at Rosaria with no sword in hand. It was left behind as he charged forward at lightning speed and low to the ground.

Rosaria quickly swung her polearm around in a defensive arc around her, pointy end directed at where Razor’s head would be. Razor went lower under the sweep, seeing Rosaria on the backswing, her fishnets containing her thick lower body and powerful, smooth legs. Razor pounced at Rosaria’s body, his animal side taking over and reaching out to grab her powerful legs, specifically her large and firm cheeks which was where Razor’s eyes were naturally drawn to. With her firm ass in his hands, Razor pushed all of his body in and dragged Rosaria to the floor, putting himself on top of her with commanding force, his spine bending as he pressed down and had his legs next to Rosaria’s own. His body was high up and he looked down on Rosaria’s figure with wide, sudden eyes.

The second Rosaria went to swing her body and polearm, she knew a mistake was made but could not fix it in time. She felt Razor’s hands on her before she could move and felt his weight push her to the ground. He didn’t weigh a whole lot, but he was remarkably quick, she thought. She also knew that she let her guard down and was rattled, which is the only reason she let him get his hands on her. She couldn’t let this happen again.

Rosaria fell to the floor harshly with Razor on top of her, and she quickly realized that his hands were firmly holding onto her rear end. His gloves grabbing her tightly, she found herself frozen in confusion and fright for a moment. Neither of the two made any movements for a moment, with Rosaria’s ass being held tightly and fondly.

At the same time, Rosaria grew furious and embarrassed, while Razor grew voracious and primal. He could only think of grabbing and controlling her further, while Rosaria has never been handled like this before. The thought that this was being done by who she considered a boy, made it all the more infuriating.

Rosaria pushed up and flipped her body over, and Razor felt her shift, pushing himself up, dodging her swinging legs and then moving his hands up higher to hold her down more firmly. This led to Rosaria turning flat on her back, hitting the ground hard again, this time with Razor’s gloves firmly pressing against her plump, heavenly held breasts. Once again, Rosaria found herself shocked and embarrassed.

Razor however, did not find himself stupified by the irresistible texture and firmness of Rosaria’s breasts, instead taking full advantage and squeezing her breasts to test the quality of them. His natural intuition told Razor that Rosaria was a very healthy, fertile woman. His young hormones were in overdrive, Razor’s never felt this way before.

Rosaria looked up at Razor, embarrassed, offended and growingly furious. She held no remorse for Razor before, but now she felt sadistic. She was not going to let this child get away with playing with her ass and boobs. She’s dressed as a sister too. It feels doubly degrading being touching like this in her clothes.

“Get off me!” Rosaria screamed, thrashing under him and pushing him off as quickly as she could.

Despite her best efforts, Razor held a strong grip on Rosaria’s breasts. She had to twist herself over almost entirely for Razor to lose his grasp, and then he just pushed his head down to her’s, pressed down on her neck and bit the ear that was peeking through her hair. Not harshly with intention to devour, but a few steps above a peck. It was a sharp, wet, strange and painful sensation that alerted Rosaria to Razor’s strange behavior.

“Ahh! Fuck, no no!” Rosaria screamed out, twisting herself over and quickly grabbing Razor’s face with her hands, her claws pressing deeply into Razor’s cheeks as he brought his hands up to his face. Razor squirmed for a moment before getting slapped painfully by Rosaria’s other hand, turning his head to the direction of the slap and for a moment unbalanced as one leg left the ground.

Rosaria looked down and saw this, saw her opening and swung her leg up with as much force as she could muster on her back, up and into Razor’s virility, feeling his balls once again get smashed under her boot. Feeling his heavy balls lift and get flattened gave her some satisfaction, as did the sight of a kick well aimed, seeing his bulge lift under her boot. But that satisfaction was overshadowed by the feeling of the hard rod she felt on her foot as it rose up towards his pelvis.

Her eyes widened greatly, and she pulled her boot back before shoving it back into Razor crotch, intentionally slamming it into his hard rod, and getting residual ball damage too with the aggressive kick. In her furry, she sent her other boot up towards Razor’s youthful, smooth face and pushing him away even as his body fell to the floor. This caused Razor’s body to bend in a strange way as he fell backwards and dowarnards at the same time, his hands being brought back to the center of his frame, just for him to have to pull it back to salvage his awkward fall.

Rosaria sprang up to her feet and gathered her thoughts quickly, looking over herself for a quick inspection before her focus turned back to the wild, perverted child in front of her.

Razor whined on the floor, holding his groin with both hands, before he pulled his legs and arms up and over, flipping over to his knees and bending over, his backside to Rosaria. Frantically, the wild boy pulled at himself on his knees, and Rosaria couldn’t make out what he was doing as he shifted. But as she saw his gloves get thrown away, she realized he was just stripping. Razor madly stood back up, his bare hands and knuckles clear as they comforted his aching sack, his eyes amok in search of his target. She saw the red on his face where he was slapped, and deeper marks in his cheeks where she held him. A small bruise may have been forming on the side of his lips as well, where he was pushed away by her heel.

When Razor’s eyes found Rosaria and her frame, his mouth and face shifted from searching to hunting, his hands clutching his jeans as he squatted and moaned in quick heavy breaths. Without more time wasted, Razor raised his arms and pulled off his hoodie and necklace quickly, leaving his upper body bare except for an armband on one arm and bandages on the other.

Rosaria stared, but not in shock. In preparation, knowing full well that she has to continue to defend herself from this approaching wild boy from taking her as his target. She did not wish to think of what he would do with her, but instead focused on what she would do with him. The bulge in his jeans shifting as he stood and backed up for a moment, before entering a hunting stance once more held the source of her focus. Ironically, what she was focusing on was also part of what Razor was focusing on as well. However, they both intended to do very different things with them.

Rosaria quickly looked around for her polearm, finding it a few feet to her side and a little bit behind her. She quickly turned back to analyze, but Razor took the moment it took her to look away to run at her. Rosaria flipped back to gain distance, and put herself in a defensive position when he got closer, then she yelled

“Judgement!”

as she bent at the waste, pushed forward then disappeared.

Once again, Razor stood shocked, confused as to where she went, before he felt a powerful pressure build up between his legs once again. Razor screamed out, bending over and looking down, seeing the back of Rosaria’s heel digging up and raising him off his feet.

Rosaria was bent over, holding the floor with her hands as her leg raised up high behind her, only stopping from reaching a front flip because of Razor’s manhood uncomfortably finding itself in the way. She felt that heavy sack once again, crushed under her rising boot but did not stop there. She lowered her boot, came back to the floor and swung herself around and dragging her polearm with her boot, which caught the thick stick between her heel and toes of her boot, pulling it closer and picking it up with her hand in a swift, expert motion.

Turning back to Razor, she saw him falling to his knees once again, but did not waste her opportunity. She pushed the polearm between his spread and falling legs, the blunt end towards Razor again, then lifted and quickly spiked the pointed end, causing it to jump and catch Razor between his legs as he was falling, suspending him for a moment with the force.

Razor was already reeling and stunned by another strike to his reproductive parts, which were screaming at him as he was falling to the ground. Then, when the polearm struck up and caught those same, sore, screaming glands that were begging for release and safety, an entirely new experience overwhelmed Razor. It was like a white hot bomb exploding and setting fire to his balls, which quickly reverberated and spread from his center, up and down his entire frame. He was worse than stunned, he was petrified and crippled.

Then, as he was suspended for the moment by the force pressing up from under him, Rosaria swirled and used her athletic disposition to expertly land a spinning back kick to Razor’s totally exposed belly, bending him over like a ragdoll. Thoughtless and now entirely breathless, Razor did not move, only drifted to the floor as Rosaria grabbed and held onto her polearm, twisting it around from the front, re-orienting herself to face the battered wild-boy. She used her leg to swing up and kick Razor in his face before he collapsed to the floor, her foot aimed straight up at the sky and skirt rising clearly. If Razor’s face wasn’t facing the sky with her foot, he could’ve seen Rosaria’s tight and thin, black scandalous panties. If Razor saw this, his hormones would’ve exploded within him right then and there.

But Razor’s eyes were in the back of his head as his face swung up from the force of the kick, then stepping forward, Rosaria used a hand to grab Razor by the throat, her claws clutching tightly around his thin neck. She quickly raised her other leg high and in, forcing her knee as a cushion for Razor’s descending and bruised testicles as his body fell downwards. They flattened completely between Rosaria’s cold, aggressive and intrusive hard knee and Razor’s rapidly developing bruised pelvis. The shock of his testicles getting assaulted once again added immense agony for the feral boy.

A loud squawk escaped his mouth as he hung painfully, neck choked painfully and straddled on Rosaria’s knee which currently upheld all of Razor’s bodyweight, all of which she felt pressing down on her knee and his balls. She has felt Razor’s manhood many times over the last few minutes. This moment was the only time she felt the need to comment.

“For a boy, your equipment is quite large…” Rosaria unlatched her hand from his neck, and watched him slump down on her powerful leg. “...or maybe that’s just because they’re so bruised by now.”

Razor straddled, upper body bare and mindless as he helplessly rolled off the Sister’s knee and collapsed onto the floor. His mind was empty, outside of the attempt to understand the sheer, indisputable agony his body was experiencing. It was almost too much for the boy to handle. But his consciousness stuck around, and he helplessly screamed on the floor, his scream shrilling with each second. It was nothing like a wolf’s howl, Rosaria thought. Even a puppies whimper sounds less pathetic than this did.

Rosaria shifted her polearm around, realizing that Razor was currently incapable and in desperate need of support if he were to stand up and fight again. Rosaria even questioned the word fight as she thought it. Perhaps at first, it was a fight, a battle of honor and pride in some way. But, it quickly deteriorated into something feral and unholy. She shivered at the thought, and attempted to look away. She no longer wished to look at Razor and consider what he wanted to do to her. If she stared any longer, she has no idea what she would intend to do to him. It wouldn’t be becoming or forgivable, she told herself. Even if whatever he wanted to do was far worse.

However, she was caught off guard and was hit by something flying, pulling her down. She hit the ground, but quickly reasserted and backed away from where she fell and inspected the area.

She saw a heap rising slowly near Razor, a white-haired head and goggles looking up at her. Slowly, it pulled back and the wet, determined green eyes she saw what felt like an eternity ago, stared back at her. Furrowed, motivated and desperately trying to look tough and power through the pain he was clearly feeling. His legs wobbled as he rose, his sword barely being held up with both hands, The handle was close to his crotch, his legs turned in and Rosaria saw a bump in his crotch form.

“You… won’t... get away with this! Y-you’re a sister… how could you… Barbara would never...” Bennett tried to sound tough, but his voice was slow, weak and shaking even as the grip on his sword weakened. The last bit sounded remarkably angry, Rosaria noted.

“I told you the consequences. Now let me leave, so you can tend to yourselves.”

Bennett’s brow furrowed and he stood up, determined but not totally capable. But, even still, his will and inspiration found its way back to his body.

“Stand back.” Rosaria claimed, holding her polearm in an attack stance.

“Heh. I’m going in!” Bennett yelled out, as he jumped in the air, fusing his body and spirit with inspiration. Just a few feet from Razor, he aimed away from his downed but not out friend, and hit the floor with an explosion. Rosaria expected the attack to be directed at her, so was caught off guard when the explosion went off where he stood. The surrounding ground erupted in flames after the impact, just a few inches from Rosaria’s boot. She defended herself but had no need to, she realized. Looking up, she saw Bennett on his knees, recovering in his field of flaming inspiration.

Rosaria held no reservations, and dashed into the recovering Bennett. She swung the dull end up into his doubled over frame, hitting him in the stomach and chest, raising his body up. Rosaria swung the other end towards Bennett, just blocked in time by his sword which flew out of his hands. Rosaria pushed in, smacking her bulbous backside into Bennett’s thin, slender frame from the bottom, raising him up off his feet, then pushing back, flipping and sending a powerful spinning kick to Bennett’s chest and sending him flying out of his field of inspiration and to the bushes some distance from her.

Rosaria grimaced then turned back. She felt something was unique about this field of fire, and that seemed to be proven true when it abruptly died down, the grass beneath suddenly reappearing as if there was no fire. Rosaria looked carefully, seeing no residue or any ashes and felt concerned. She looked quickly to Razor, who was within the field of inspiration and was motionless and defeated moments ago. Now, she saw him getting to his feet and twitching, a hand gently cupping his bulge, and his other hand holding that wrist.

“So… it was a healing circle. A support spell.” Rosaria noted, making sure she remembered Bennett’s abilities for next time. Useful, she thought. But not enough.

“You… evil, evil woman.” Razor looked up under his hair, his bare upper body lean and fit, as you’d expect from a boy who lives in the wild.

“You deserved it, you nasty child. You don’t touch a woman where you did and get away with it! You’re lucky you're standing.”

“So… so much pain… Razor… thought he would die… was broken… by you… you… beautiful but evil woman… Razor will never forget!”

Rosaria was caught off guard by being called beautiful. She’s heard it before but she never takes well to compliments.

“Shut up. It means nothing. Stand down and out of my way. I have a job to do.”

Razor was standing, his hand unclenching from his aching and swollen balls. He grimaced and doubled over slightly.

“You… disappear… then… shock…my... my berries. No… you try to... break… my berries… crush them! Evil, evil woman!”

“Stop talking! Last warning before I make you feel like you’ll die again!”

Rosaria kept her eye closely on Razor, and saw lightning starting to crackle on his bare skin. Rosaria realized quickly that this would be a problem if she did not act now.

Rosaria dashed in with a war cry, Razor looking up at her and tensing, raising his arms and body as he began to scream himself.

Rosaria’s voice commanded first,

“Judgment!”

And teleported behind Razor. Razor didn’t even see Rosaria, but knew her tactics. He was already charging up his power and right as she wound up behind him, his open palm was already barreling down to the ground with an electric backing, and the form of a wolf suddenly appeared at the same time over his back.

Rosaria saw and felt the lightning wolf appear as she did, and could not act in offense or defense quick enough.

“Keep back!” Razor screamed as he smashed into the ground, an explosion of lightning erupting from his impact with the ground. Rosaria was blasted back, falling awkwardly on her spine and grimacing. She tried quickly to get back to her feet, but she could not before Razor rushed at her with his Wolf Within powering his every move.

Rosaria raised her polearm in defense as he struck at her, but the pole arm shattered on impact. Rosaria had no time to awe at the strength of the attack, but could only duck and dive out of the way of the next swipe, throwing both ends of the shattered polearm to the side. She looked back up and quickly but truthfully, luckily escaped the next few swipes at her. Then, Razor raised his dominant hand overhead, swinging it down in a similar explosion to before. Rosaria jumped up acrobatically and floated to the other side as the explosion went off, pushing her back and giving her the distance she needed from this feral attack.

Feeling electric, Rosaria landed on her feet and watched Razor turn around and run after her quickly. She knew he’d attack with a heavy right first, and easily duck under it and slid underneath Razor. As she slid under his open legs, Rosaria saw the opportunity that she realized was there for just a moment, and raised her hand up into Razor’s groin and smacked his vulnerables with her open hand. The strike felt direct and effective, curling Razor in for a moment, his overarching wolf curling too, and both howling out in anger and agony. The feral boy fell to a knee and seethed.

Rosaria realized she had the boy's weakness in her hand, her fingers and didn’t take the opportunity to hold on and squeeze the life out of them. She was not planning to make the same mistake twice.

“Ahhh! Again! Woman, you will pay!” Razor screamed, his body brimming with energy and adrenaline as he turned to face the evil woman who keeps on attacking the delicate fruit between his legs. Razor does not know it’s purpose or why it causes him so much pain whenever it’s attacked, but he knows he has to defend it and he knows that he wanted to use it on Rosaria earlier. Her firm, tight ass and long, powerful legs spoke so deeply to him. And holding her large, indescribable breasts with his hands, he just didn’t think anymore. He just needed her.

“I… I wanted yooouuu!” Razor howled loudly, clutching his throbbing package between his legs. “Now! I need you! I will... devour yooouu, make yooouu mine! Mine! Ahhwooooo!!” Razor howled, then ran at Rosaria who kept her cool and considered her next move.

As Razor rushed at her, she taunted him.

“You can’t run!”

Then teleported behind Razor again. Once he saw her disappear, he instantly suspected she’d be behind him and strike with another low blow to weaken him. He pulled a hand in under his legs to cup and protect his berries, then turned around and striked with his backhand, but swung at nothing. Razor looked up, seeing Rosaria motionless a couple feet from him and then saw her sink and send a strong kick to his midsection, pushing him back. Rosaria would’ve went for a lower strike if it wasn’t protected. He’s learning, she thought.

Razor bent over and held his stomach, which was now bruised and aching from all the strikes there. Breathing haggardly, Razor looked up just in time to see Rosaria’s leg risen and coming down from above. With his reflexes and power sharpened with his wolf within at his back, Razor’s arm drew up just in time to catch Rosaria’s strike. Rosaria found herself totally vulnerable after what she expected would be a potential knock out blow. She looked with wide eyes, like a prey caught in a trap, at the wild-boy who has his prey in biting distance.

Razor looked over her body, and now seeing the sight of Rosaria’s shame sprayed out in front of him. Her thin, dark panties displayed, her tight ass beneath and almost overbearing the beauty of what Razor saw between her legs. He didn’t understand what he saw or why he felt like he did when he saw it, but once again, his mind focused and went completely primal. He acted on instinct and threw his head in without a second’s hesitation.

Rosaria screamed out as she fell backwards, her pussy being handled by the primal wolf-boy that fell with her. The odor between Rosaria’s legs sent Razor in a frenzy. It smelt like a salty, powerful sea, but much, much more inviting and irresistible. He stuck his tongue out, desperately trying to taste that savory goodness he didn’t understand, and when his tongue made contact, the taste of a sweaty battle and tender, juicy sweetness with a hint of saltiness. It made Razor thirsty for more, and he shoved his head in deeper, unable to hold back his desire or even teeth.

Rosaria screamed at the approach and sharp bite of Razor once again, this time in a much more vulnerable and private area than her ear. She instantly pushed her hand in to get him out, but Razor grabbed tightly onto her fishnets and used it to pull him in deeper. He continued to ravage Rosaria’s cunt, licking and putting his mouth all over it. When he found a fold and a bump on the upper end of her goodness, he jammed his tongue in and rolled it, and Rosaria’s scream turned to one of strange, sudden pleasure. She shivered and a wave of euphoria ran over her. But she quickly shook it off, not willing to trust Razor down there at all, no matter what. She shoved her hands into his face, and jammed her clawed thumbs into his eyes.

Razor screamed out, pushed back and let go over her fishnet, pulling his head out and hands into his eyes. Rosaria squirmed back and stumbled to her feet. She patted down her crotch, readjusted and pulled her wet underwear off of her, feeling terribly uncomfortable as Razor’s tongue just went places no one’s ever gone.

Rosaria backed up and watched Razor, who looked at her with cringing eyes and then ran at her thoughtlessly. Rosaria jumped back, swirled herself around and pulled out her ultimate ability, her saving grace, her true rite of termination and burst of judgement to protect herself from this ravenous fiend that cannot get any closer to her.

“Punishment!” She screamed out, with screeching emotion and commanded an ice lance to erupt from her spirit and vision, and blast forward and down towards Razor as he approached rapidly with his Wolf Within mimicking his every move. As it spawned and came down towards him, Razor turned his face away from Rosaria and up for his own protection, powerfully swinging at the downtrending ice lance. The contact between the ice lance and electric, wolf-driven strike created a superconducting explosion, blasting Rosaria and Razor back in a daze. An ice cloud formed and hindered vision, shivering both lightly veiled characters.

Rosaria came to and jumped back, not certain if the fight was now over. She could not see through the icy mist that surrounded her almost completely. She saw no figures as she looked around, and did not know which way she would have to go to escape. She held her ground and waited for the ice to dissipate, which it was slowly.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and screamed out in defense, not willing to let Razor get anywhere near her cunt again. Just having him touch her was enough to send her into a frenzy.

Rosaria grabbed and pulled the hand in and sent her other hand in and aimed directly at Razor’s crotch, searching for his testicles and making sure she grabs onto them this time. Quickly she found them, although they felt smaller than before. But she paid it no mind and squeezed completely, in hopes of crushing Razor’s equipment, praying it would also crush his libido and determination.

A high pitched whine came next to her ear, and she twisted her hand as she looked towards it. She saw in front of her, greener eyes and a smaller set of hair than she expected. Bennett’s face was one of shock and betrayal, and she looked down at his shorts, seeing her holding on tightly and squeezing his balls within it. She could see his bulging meat through the fabric, and then looked up again, over his visible and tightening abs. She felt Bennett collapse into her, his hand reaching for anything to hold onto.

“P-please…” Bennett begged, weak and hopeless with his balls getting crushed and twisted in Rosaria’s sharp claws, which were digging into the meaty center of his manhood. He shook as he fell into her, reaching out desperately for anything, which unfortunately found its way towards Rosaria’s crotch.

In shock and defense, still clearly shaken by what Razor did earlier, she pulled Bennett back by the balls as she pulled back herself, bringing Bennett with her as she tried to escape. Bennett squealed and almost passed out through the pull, but his hand inadvertently pushed up and forward as he twitched, being pulled forward by his balls. Rosaria screamed louder and twisted her legs, her eyes wide and frightened at where Bennett’s fingers were digging into. His fingers somehow found its way into her cunt, his thumb right over her clit. His fingers curled and dug in as he whined out and Rosaria screamed again, lowering herself in shock and concern. His fingers were too perfectly placed and the pain it caused her was shocking and perfectly crippling.

Keep in mind, Bennett had no idea where his hand was, and would have no memory of putting his hand anywhere near where many men dreamt of putting their hand. All he could understand and all he would remember, was the sheer, indescribable burning and bursting pain that was being squeezed inside him as his balls were getting crushed so suddenly for what felt like no reason. He had no idea who was crushing him or why. He only knew that he couldn’t move or think and that the world was worse than anything he’s ever thought. He thought he was unlucky before, but he always could get back up and to the healer for aid. But he was certain his balls would pop and then he’d die right on the spot. This was too much to bear for the young adventurer. It was simply indescribable and unsustainable.

Rosaria squirmed as she heard loud steps approaching in front of her. She looked up and through the dissipating ice fog, she saw Razor staring at her. She looked down and saw Bennett’s hand clearly digging in her slit and clit, then looked back up at Razor, scared and totally vulnerable. Razor’s expression went from searching, to confusion to sheer anger and jealousy within just a few moments. The Wolf Within him was gone. It was just him and his humanity with minimal energy.

“No! Mine!” Razor yelled and raced to Rosaria, who screamed and pulled her hands up in defense, only letting go of Bennett’s balls because they would not come up to her head. Not that she didn’t try to bring them with her, but they simply slipped out of her hand as she reacted. One would say mercifully for Bennett, but the powerful tug echoed another tumultuous wave of pure, burning and sickening agony within him, and almost ripping the cords of his balls away from his body completely. Any more pressure, and they would've detached completely.

Razor ran up and pulled Bennett back aggressively, then tossed him to the side. He howled at him as he threw him, and Rosaria screamed in pain as Bennett’s fingers tugged at her pussy from the inside, his nails scratching against her inner self and his thumb dragging and flicking her clit thoughtlessly, creating a sharp, overwhelming pain to spring up from the impact. Her eyes watered and legs crossed, she doubled over and cupped her pussy, whimpering in agony.

Razor looked down at his wounded maiden and held her shoulders with care, protecting her as his nature asks him to. A hurting woman must be protected and cared for.

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” Razor asked.

Rosaria looked up meekly, worried and wounded. She sensed the concern and care in Razor’s voice, something she was not accustomed to or expecting at all. His touch suddenly felt warm and protective. All hostility and aggression she felt before from his touch and gaze disappeared. Even in his eyes. His face was bruised and cut from all the strikes and holds she put on him, and he had to be hurting. But he looked at her with care and curiosity. Tenderness and comfort. It was striking.

“Yes? You ok?” He asked again.

Rosaria nodded her head as she looked up at Razor. Her eyes were wet and her hands loosened. Her hand reached up towards Razor, and he brought it towards his face. Her hand was warm and wet with sweat, which contrasted with the cold claw on the back of her fingers, gently scratching his cheek. Rosaria’s eyes looked away for a nervous moment. Razor moved his hand in to turn her head back towards him, so they could see each other in this moment.

Rosaria smiled and moved her other hand up, gently reaching towards and rubbing his bruised stomach. Razor cringed but let her search continue. Her touch was gentle and curious, and he wanted to be strong for her. Her hand went lower, towards his crotch and the slightest touch caused Razor to wince and wiggle.

“Ahh… careful… very, sensitive. Please.”

Rosaria nodded as she gently patted his crotch, with care and consideration, her smiling clinging on. Razor found her smile to be so warm and pure, beautiful and amazing. She was the most perfect girl in the world, he thought in the moment.

Rosaria looked up at Razor, seeing the love and innocence in his eyes and felt everything in her call to act on it. She lowered her hand, tightened her fist and slammed it up with all her viscous, frosty might, crushing Razor’s swollen, bruised and battered balls once again. They flattened and crushed against his bruised pelvis, and Razor’s eyes puckered out as a world of sin and agony reawakened in him, born from the heavenly dreams he was just floating in. His eyes crossed and flipped, his mouth pushed out and the color left his face.

Rosaria then lowered and opened her hand as Razor began to fall and his testicles fell right into her open hand. She closed her hand and squeezed tightly, twisting the orbs with all her pent up intensity and disdain that she’s felt due to this perverted, wild child in front of her. Calling him a child is wrong though. He’s as much a man as any boy ever was, she thought. He just needs to grow up and learn how to please a woman.

She pulled her hand back, causing Razor to fall into her and whine out. He held onto her with both arms, squeezing tight and begging. That punch almost knocked him out, but feeling his delicates in such danger reawakened him.

“Ahhh! Stop! Please!”

“Shut up! You deserve this after all you put me through! This should’ve been an easy mission, but you had to make it so difficult!”

Rosaria tortured Razor as she spoke, continuing to squeeze and twist her hand, his balls filling up her hand completely. She made certain that this is the last time he gets in her way. He’s getting put out of commission now.

“Beg me to let you go.”

“Please, please! No more, no more!”

“Promise me you won’t touch me ever again!”

“I promise! No touch, no touch!”

Rosaria twisted her fist and dug her claws into Razor’s tender testicles, digging deep into the center of his manhood. Both could feel the outskirts giving in to her pressure.

“So why are you still hugging me, you pervert!”

Razor unlocked his arms from around Rosaria and in a panic, threw himself around, trying to find a way to get away without ripping his balls off or touching her. He was screaming for mercy but also far too weak to get away from her.

“Please, please! Break, break, break!”

“If you ever touch me again, I will break them. They will pop and you will never be the same. You’ll never use them, you understand?” With each emphasis, her claws dug in a little deeper and deeper. Razor was in hysterics.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Rosaria began to stand up and push Razor down as she rose. She put her heel on his face as she stood up, keeping him down as she pulled him up by the balls. Razor had to scamper on his feet as Rosaria’s boot was in his face, just to keep his balls attached.

“Learn how to touch a lady. And learn to listen, boy. Grow up.”

With that, Rosaria slammed her hand down and pressed down on Razor’s balls, making sure he got the message and really would appreciate it when she finally let go. She really relished in the moments where he was scratching, clawing at her hand to let go, begging her to save him. Save him from her and realizing that he should’ve just let her go and not tried to interfere.

Savoring each second, rolling each ball in her hands, squeezing them tightly and pushing down harshly, Razor was helpless. She never abused someone like this before. It was invigorating. The full, exciting texture and power she got from the two orbs in her hand was something she’d never forget. And she knows he won’t ever forget this either.

“Learn, Razor. Learn.”

And with that, she stood up straight and let go, allowing Razor to finally hold his balls and protect them from Rosaria’s cold, evil hands. A stuttering sigh came out of his mouth, and Rosaria looked down at him as he squirmed under her boot. His face wincing and crying, his body shifting and throbbing. Bruised.

She stepped harshly on his hands covering his balls, hearing Razor whine loudly, then kicked his hands from inside his legs, slamming them up into his balls. Razor cried out and tried to turn away, even with Rosaria’s boot on his face keeping him in place. He yelled out, whining and twisting out of her boot, scraping his face and drawing a brutal cut on his face.

Rosaria smirked proudly as she stepped back, watching Razor curled up on the floor. His upper body bare, bruised and bleeding. His face has most of the blood, and both cheeks are red. He was whimpering like a wounded, dying animal but she knew he would survive.

She took his sight in, in one last, final intake, watching his body shake, holding his wounded, bruised manhood as his body was wracked with indescribable pain. She knows she might’ve went too far, but she also knows that he pushed her and wouldn’t get out of her way anyways. They were warned. Both Razor and Bennett.

Rosaria left the area with the book, protected and snug beside her. She’ll have to go to the blacksmith to forge a new weapon, but it could be worse, she thought. She doesn’t have to get new clothes at least. And, she’ll have a memory to last her many, many nights. Whatever she makes of this memory, will come with time.

 

Bennett and Razor lied on the floor, several feet from each other for a long time. Both lied in intense ball pain, neither sure that they’ll ever be the same again, but neither able to do anything about it. Bennett was the first to start moving, but it was barely and weakly. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he had to find his friend.

“R-Razor… Razor… are you here?” Bennett weakly asked.

Bennett heard whining near him after he asked and looked around. He saw Razor curled up on the floor, clutching himself.

“R-Razor! Are you okay!?” Bennett asked with emotion. He still couldn’t move much due to the intense ball pain, but he sprang to action when he saw Razor wounded. He waddled over quickly, and fell next to his friend and winced, cupping himself and whining, trying to get through the burning pain. His head was on Razor’s shoulder and he reached up to comfort him.

“Razor, are you alright?”

“My… my berries… so bad…”

“Your berries? Ohh…” Bennett whined sympathetically. He rested on Razor, rubbing his chest and then rubbing his own berries too.

“Me too, buddy, me too… sorry I dragged you into this. Things… never get this bad. Really.”

“Mmm… no… my fault…”

“No… listen, let’s not argue now. We need to get back to Mondstat so we can get Barbara to heal us… ugh, damn… how can she even heal this… heal our… berries…” Bennett felt sick at the thought and shook his head. “On second thought… maybe we shouldn’t go to Barbara.”

Bennett’s face blushed, not from the pain but from the thought of Barbara trying to heal his and Razor’s berries… it felt wrong.

“Wait… didn’t you say wolfhook can help with this? Were you able to find any?”

“Mm… my pocket… but…” Razor started as he rolled onto his back weakly. His bruised and cut face punched Bennett in his face and he fell back in shock. He had several different bruises and cuts on his face.

“Oh Barbatos! Razor, you’re really hurt!”

Razor reached into his pocket and pulled out some mushed up wolfhook. “Berries… smashed. Still good. Maybe.”

Bennett gently caressed Razor’s cut face and then motioned the wolfhook in Razor’s hand, to Razor’s face.

“Have some, you need to get better. We need to get you back to Mondstat…” Bennett started, looking over Razor. His ribs were really badly bruised too. “Damn, you really got messed up… I can’t believe Rosaria did this to you…”

“She… is evil woman.” Razor stated.

“She really is. Now eat some berries and rest. Don’t move, let me find more for us.”

“No, I go. I lead. Just-argh! Ahh…” Razor tried to get up but fell back down instantly. He clutched his stomach, and tightened his fist as he held it deep in his groin. He whimpered and kicked softly, face wincing and shocked.

“No, no. You stay here, you can’t go anywhere. I’ll come back.”

“Oh… ok. Thank you. And… sorry.” Razor winced, looking away from Bennett in shame. He remembers how he only cared about Rosaria in that moment before, throwing him away recklessly. Razor didn’t feel like a very good friend, nor did he feel very good at all.

“Nothing to be sorry about, buddy! I brought you along… Benny’s adventure team always had bad luck. It’s my fault… but next time will be better! It has to be better!” Bennett said enthusiastically, with a large smile that he hoped would inspire. Razor smiled too and nodded, lying down flat.

“Yes… better next time… with friend.” Razor said, feeling more comfortable. Bennett’s inspiration was contagious.

“We do better… we work together. Bennett and Razor. We do better… next time. Together!”

“Yeah, totally! That’s the spirit, haha!”