My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old castratrix. I’ve been cutting the balls off of men for years now. I’m an engineer by profession but deballing men is my passion. I write a lot of stories for EA and most of my stories have a degree of truth in them. This one is totally fiction, fantasy fiction at that.

King Elid was the absolute monarch of the kingdom of Salzar. His son Prince Elid was the heir apparent.

The Prince was a tall handsome man with a broad chest and a quick smile. His consort Maid Gwendolyn was always by his side. She was gorgeous with ample bosom and a near perfect shape. All the men of the realm couldn’t help but notice her pronounced nipples as they made an outline on her smock.

At night he alone would suck on those erect nipples and she would admire his nine inch cock as she gently placed it in her mouth, she would caress his large balls as she felt his thick, rich ball juice explode into her mouth. They were indeed happy, he was to be king and she, his queen.

One day the king summoned his son to his chamber, the prince was told that two royal tax collectors had not returned from their rounds. They had traveled to a small farm very near the edge of the kingdom. The young prince, who was, of course, a knight and his page departed the castle to investigate.

As they neared the small farm a deep pall of eerie dampness seemed to descend on the two men. As they neared the front door a very large black cat sprang from a tree to attack the Prince. As fast as lightning, the young prince drew his sward and fairly sliced the cat in half.

The old hag at the front door screamed, “You have killed my cat, you have killed my cat, DAMN YOU! You have killed my cat.” The scream was eerie and the brave prince actually shivered.

Still the gentleman, the Prince asked if the woman had seen the missing tax collectors. She said that she had not but that her master would be glad to pay the taxes. That seemed to satisfy him and the Prince rode off, glad to be rid of the place. He would tell his father, the King to send another collector.

The hag shook with anger. That foul prince had killed her witches’ familiar, her magic black cat. At that moment she decided that he would pay with his balls.

The ugly witch worked for the next three hours on a potion. When it was finished, it smelled like sulfur and made a yellow/brown smoke. The hag lifted a ladle of the vile liquid to her lips and drank hungrily. At once she felt her skin and flesh begin to melt. When it regained its firmness she had become the most beautiful woman in the realm. Her face was angelic and her body was that of a goddess.

The handsome prince was returning to the castle from his daily pursuits when he noticed the beautiful fair haired girl on a white horse. His breath was taken away with her beauty. He had only known her for a few seconds but already his big balls ached to have her. As luck (or her cunning) would have they were stopped in front of a rarely used barn. She dismounted and said in a lovely soft voice, “won’t you come with me, my handsome prince and tell me a story?”

The prince as if in a trance got off of his horse and meekly followed this perfect woman. She offered him mead from the goat skin she carried and he drank deeply. She gently guided him to a pallet of hay and sat with him. Her hands removed his clothing one piece at a time. When his magnificent prick appeared she gasped at the size of it. The prince was a little groggy already, the snake venom in the mead had begun to weaken him. She mouthed his rock hard member and began to suck it. Her right hand worked his heavy balls and her left worked the large part of his huge cock that would not fit in her mouth. Suddenly his royal sperm began to fill her mouth. Spurt after spurt gushed forth, filling her perfect mouth and forcing a stream out of her lips. She swallowed as much as she could, but alas, not enough to contain it.

While still engulfing his softening cock, she swung her perfect ass over his face and straddled his head. He licked her sweet love button until she joined him in orgasm. He was momentarily exhausted and she took that moment to use horse leather straps to tie him to the vertical beams. He didn’t seem to notice.

She worked his big cock back to its iron hardness and slid her now soaking wet pussy down onto it. She was so tight and so beautiful that he only lasted a very few minutes. Another great load of royal sperm shot deep into her red hot pussy. They both collapsed, panting.

He stirred slightly as she began mouthing his balls. She licked, sucked and played with them as though they were the greatest toys in the world. His massive cock began to rise again, but at that moment her skin began to melt again and the ugly hag appeared. Her yellow and deformed teeth closed on his trapped right ball, when the teeth touched each other, the witch rolled over tearing the testicle and part of his scrotum clean off. As the young prince screamed she engulfed the left nut. This time when she rolled the prince passed out. She smiled as she tasted the gore that was his proud family jewels, now mush in her mouth. She savored the tasty ball remains, even as the royal sperm they had produced was running out of her crusty witch cunt.

The prince was disowned, a king with no balls could not produce an heir. Gwendolyn left him, a man with no wedding tackle was useless to her. He lived his life as a beggar on the streets of the kingdom he was borne to rule.

The witch had avenged her cat, one pussy the prince should never have fucked with. The old hag had also developed a taste for human balls, many were to follow.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia