Crazy pent up futa ( Dittochad )

1. Boy pov

2. Girl pov

In a sprawling fantasy realm where orcs, witches, and oni roam, futanari are legendary for their insatiable stamina and magnetic allure. Their thick cocks stay perpetually hard, heavy balls churning endlessly, drawing partners into marathon breeding sessions that often empty villages. Luce stands apart: tall and powerfully built with long silver hair, her face remains impassive even as arousal burns inside her. She speaks in flat, measured tones, betraying none of the fire scorching her core. Beneath her stoic exterior, her body trembles faintly with suppressed need, precum constantly soaking through her clothes in dark, spreading patches. The curse has turned every step into exquisite torture, her massive shaft twitching visibly with denied release.

One arrogant afternoon, the confident witch Alicase tried to seduce Luce with sheer robes and filthy whispers. Luce stared blankly and murmured a single “No.” Stung, Alicase cast a vicious hex that locked Luce on the razor’s edge of climax. Her cock surged to agonizing fullness—veins bulging, head weeping precum—while her swollen balls drew painfully tight, every pulse denying release no matter how she tried. The spell forces her to leak endlessly without ever cumming, leaving her in a constant state of frantic, unfulfilled heat. Hours stretch into days of edging agony, her deadpan expression hiding the storm of desperate lust raging within.

The “perma-blue-balled” epidemic crippled the realm’s economy—farms abandoned, forges cold, armies stalled. Lawmakers passed the Emergency Breeding Act: any certified futanari in sexual crisis could legally claim any partner for as long as needed, refusal punishable by imprisonment. Fresh from the hospital, Luce gripped her crisp certificate declaring her condition critical and immediate. Her trousers tented obscenely, a dark wet spot spreading at the tip. The parchment glows faintly with royal magic, marking her as untouchable in her need. She moves with mechanical precision, every fiber focused on finding relief before the curse consumes what little control she has left.

Her deadpan eyes scanned the crowded street and locked onto you—a slender, pretty boy with soft