Ballsac the Barbarian 3: The Sorceress is a Succubus.

In our last episode, the Necromancer made plans to execute Ballsac the following day. Learning of this plan, the sorceress, Shar’dali, headed off into the night to warn Ballsac’s friends.

Shar’dali, still in her crow’s form, landed beside her mighty ebony steed, Blaze. Her wings tired easily, as she was not a powerful flyer, but Blaze would take her back to the camp in the woods where Balsac’s troupe dwelt with the town’s people he’d rescued.

She transformed back into her natural form and vaulted into the equine’s saddle. “Ride, Blaze. Take me to Ember.”

The elf would know what to do. And, with her magic almost exhausted, she needed him to recharge her mana pool.

Thunder rumbled and lightning lit the skies amidst the downpour of rain that soaked her to the bone. As Blaze sped through the city streets, he crashed into zombies making their rounds, knocking them to the side as they attacked. The undead stood no chance of stopping a nightmare at full gallop.

The city gates came into view and Shar’dali cast one final spell, draining the last of the mana from her pool of power. The gates were closed and barred for the night, but she and her steed, now in etheric form, passed right through the stout, oaken doors with little resistance.

They were down the old road and into the woods before they shimmered back into solid form. The rain had lessened to a mere drizzle by the time she galloped into camp.

Ember’s tent was torchlit. Borg, the half-orc, stood guard outside.

“Hail, Borg. Is the elf inside?” she quired.

He nodded. “I hope you bring good news.”

She slid from Blaze’s saddle and handed the reins to Borg. “Ill tidings, I’m afraid. If we are to save Ballsac, we must strike in the morning.”

Hopefully the camp would be well rested and ready to fight. This would be their last chance to save Ballsac and the city-state of Kunt.

Ember met her at the tent flap as she entered. “You’re drenched.”

“It rained.” She went on to tell of spying on the Necromancer’s tryst with his vampire queen and the unnatural storm they’d conjured afterward.

Grasping some of the soaked material of her robes, she rung a stream of water from it. She was probably a sight.

Then again, so was he, but in a much more arousing way. He was dress in just a loincloth. She’d probably roused him from sleep.

Tall, for an elf, Ember had developed musculature beyond what would be expected of his dexterous, slender race. His life had been hard, but he’d worked even harder.

And speaking of hard…

Stiffness filled the crotch of his loincloth. Still, he smiled at her. “You have news?”

“Ballsac is to hang in the village square tomorrow,” she said.

He nodded. “Then we still have time to save him. Tomorrow, at first light we assault the castle. We’re ready. We were just awaiting your return.”

“I will require your services to recharge my magic.”

His smile broadened. “My absolute pleasure, my lady.”

Only Ballsac could have created a group of people that had an elf calling a demon-born succubus my lady. And it had led to the amazing discovery that elf seed could be used to recharge her mana pool.

Like a vampire drinking blood, a succubus pulled her victim’s life force from his body, aging him, and in some cases killing him, to replenish their magical powers. It had been the only life Shar’dali had known before joining the rebels against the Necromancer.

Ballsac had built a coalition of many to combat the dark evil that had spread across the land. One drunken night, Shar’dali and Ember had ended up in the same tent. Passions had combusted. Her magic had been almost depleted, but she’d been resisting draining any of her new friends. To her surprise, she’d awoken the next morning with her power pool filled to the brim. After some experimentation, she’d discovered that elf seed, injected anywhere into her body, gave her as much power as draining a mortal victim.

Ember had been amiable to her needs ever since, and they’d developed a bond of sorts.

Ember discarded his loincloth. His erection stood out boldly from his sculpted body. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

She threw off her wet robes and struggled out of the rest of her clothing.

He gathered her into his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

Sentiment. She was still getting used to that. She liked Ember…a lot. And sex with him was on another level. Her stomach did a flip as his lips captured hers.

His kiss was firm and passionate. He was fearless, knowing that she could, at any time, unleash her powers and suck his very soul dry. Elves lived long lives and were brimming with lifeforce. Thus, they were a favored target of succubi. Just wait until I tell my sisters what else they’re good for.

She pressed into him, letting the rapturous tingles flutter through her core. This was so much more enjoyable than sucking his soul dry.

But, sucking something else?

She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees in front of him. His erection pulsed as she wrapped her fingers around it. Moisture seeped from the spongy tip. She licked the droplet and instantly felt a slight rise in her magic pool. Elf seed!

She opened her mouth and took his cockhead deep inside her, opening her throat to encapsulate him fully. His cock was long and thick — a tool made for lovemaking.

No…what they had wasn’t love. She refused to delude herself. But what they had wasn’t bad. And it worked for both of them.

He took hold of her horns and began to thrust, deep and hard. As he did, more of his seed seeped out, and her body absorbed it. She moaned in delight.

“Would you like me to come in your mouth? He asked. “Or somewhere else?”

It didn’t matter where he shot his seed, her body absorbed it and her power pool replenished. They’d tried and enjoyed each of her three orifices.

“Your ass is looking extremely alluring tonight.” He pulled from her mouth, then guided her to his bedding.

“Take me in any way you please but take me hard.” Erotic tremors had her core afire.

Arms and lips once again entangled, they tumbled onto the thick blanket covering a mound of straw that served as a bed in their forested camp. He rolled until she was under him.

Her channel seeped lubricating moisture, and he plunged his fingers into her, questing for and discovering all the wonderful places within that elicited an erotic response. As he worked, he constantly pulled his fingers out and slid the slick fluid down lower to coat the opening of her anus.

Then, ever so slowly, he pushed a finger into her there, teasing the tight resistance. “Loosen for me, love. I can’t hold out much longer.”

She took a big breath and released it, attempting to relax muscles tight with sexual tension as he pushed a finger into her. “You are a tease, Ember.”

He smiled. “And you love it.”

Different, yet just as arousing as when he’d fingered her in front, Ember worked his finger in and out to loosen her.

“On your knees, woman.” He chuckled as she spun to reposition.

She raised her ass to him and was rewarded by a loving slap across her rump that resounded in the stillness of the tent. Holding the base of his cock, he dragged the head along her folds then pushed in, pumping three times before pulling out to gather her slickness.

Then his cockhead seated itself at her tight entrance. Inch by glorious inch, he entered her. The pressure was orgasmic as he slid in to the hilt. “You are so tight.”

He pulled out, then pushed in once again, increasing the speed with each pump.

Orgasmic energy pulsed through her core. “By the Demonic Horde of Billzzar, Ember, fuck me.”

As he pumped, the dexterous elf reached around to manipulate her clitoris with his finger. His other hand slid to cup her breast as the fingers tweaked her nipple. The twin gestures sent a quake of sensation through her. She gasped, then gritted her teeth, as an orgasm rolled over her. With the force of a tsunami, her core quaked with release, and at it’s height, Ember joined her, his cock gushing streams of elvin seed into her.

They collapsed onto the bedding, both panting heavily.

As the orgasmic quaking subsided, she lay cradled in his arms — her demon body absorbing every last drop of his seed and her power pool full to overflowing with magical energy.

“Who would have thought…” He ran his finger down the side of her breast. The touch sent warmth flooding her core. “A demon and an elf.”

She chuckled. “Only the Necromancer could have brought us together.”

“Maybe we should thank him.”

She huffed. “You can thank him after we kill him.”

Will they be in time to rescue Ballsac? Join me next time as the forces of good besiege the castle of the Necromancer in Ballsac the Barbarian 4: Balls to the Walls. (Now available to read.)

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