Ballsac the Barbarian 4: Balls to the Walls.
In our last episode, the sorceress, Shar’dali and Ember made plans to assault the castle of the Necromancer. Will they be in time to save Ballsac?
As the morning sun crested the castle walls, and the zombies staggered their way back to the keep, Ember led the forces of good through the side gate of the castle. This was the day, live or die, that they confront the evil of the Necromancer and attempt to put an end to it forever.
With the sorceress, Shar’dali, and the half-orc, Borg, at his side, the castle invaders numbered just shy of two score. Would it be enough against the zombies and vampires inside the castle? Would the townsfolk find their backbones and help?
The townsfolk had betrayed their trust during the last attack, choosing to hide in their homes, and that had left Ballsac and his forces without the backup they’d promised. Ballsac had called for a retreat and held the forces of the Necromancer at bay while the rest escaped but was captured in imprisoned in the castle dungeon.
So, the first order of business would be to free Ballsac and any other prisoner they could extract. Once that was accomplished, Ember planned to turn leadership over to Ballsac, provided he was in any condition to lead.
Ember was ill suited for a leadership role, but there’d been no one else in the rag-tag band of rebels that would have been any better. Shar’dali and Borg had pressed the position on him.
Damn it, Ballsac. You’d better still be alive.
He led his troupe to the kitchen door of the great castle, then glanced at Borg. “Ready?”
Borg nodded. “Ready.”
“Do it!”
You didn’t need a battering ram for the door when you had a half-orc as strong as Borg.
Wood crunched the moment Borg’s helmeted head hit the door. He backed up and took one more run at it. Splinters flew in all directions.
Drawing an arrow from his quiver and nocking it to his bow string, Ember led the group into the castle of the Necromancer.
A zombie shambled into view down the hallway and he let the arrow fly. “Kill anything that’s already dead,” he ordered.
“Does that even make sense?” Shar’dali queried.
He shrugged. “Probably not, but you know what I mean.”
They came to a stairway landing going up and down. “Down to the dungeons. Find Ballsac.”
Shar’dali stared through the barred doorway on the lowest level of the castle. Ballsac hung from iron manacles in the center of a vast chamber. She rattled the bars. The door was locked.
Not for long.
“Tolong Magril Zingray!” she intoned. Magic rippled through her core as the bars began to twist and bend. A loud, wrenching sound filled the chamber as they curled in on themselves, ending up as a ball of twisted metal in the center of the doorway.
Borg pushed it aside.
“Ballsac!” She ran to him.
At the sound of her voice, the barbarian lifted his head. A wan smile graced his parched lips. “Shar’dali. You found me.”
He appeared close to death. His skin was gray, his eyes sunken.
As she unlatched the manacles, Borg and Ember supported his weight as Ballsac slumped to the floor.
“He’ll be worthless until he’s had some rest, but we don’t have time for that.”
Shar’dali smirked. “Leave that to me, but I’m going to need your help, Ember.”
The elf raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding!”
A succubus could restore lifeforce as well as drain it, but it took from their magical pool. “It’ll be easy. I pump some energy into Ballsac, and you refill my mana pool.”
“But I…we’re in the middle of…”
“Do you want Ballsac back on his feet or not?”
“Shit, of course I do.”
“Then drop your pants and fuck me, elf boy. I’m going to need all the seed you can provide.”
“How can I help?” Borg asked.
Ember grunted. “Guard the door.”
Unfortunately, half-orc seed did nothing for her. Neither did human semen. She only ever found the magic happen with an elf…probably because the elvin race was essentially magic.
Borg growled and trudged toward the doorway. “You guys have all the fun.”
Even limp, Ballsac’s cock was big. It would be the perfect conduit for pumping lifeforce into him. And, if she was lucky, in the end, he’d be pumping something back into her.
Even though it did nothing for her mana pool, she relished the taste of man-seed.
As she drew the huge phallus into her mouth, she began to pour energy into the exhausted barbarian. Ballsac groaned, but his cock reacted, growing stiffer and filling her mouth fuller.
She raised her ass, jiggling it toward Ember. She released her hold on Ballsac for only a moment to call, “Get to work, elf. Feel free to take any opening you like but shoot me some power.”
“This is insane!” Ember said, but she felt his cock nudging her folds.
Ballsac was semi-hard when she latched onto his cock once again, sucking gently and letting the energy flow into him.
Would she have enough? He was so weak.
Hard and thick, Ember sank to the hilt inside her channel. “How can you be so wet at a time like this?”
Despite the danger…or maybe because of it…she was incredibly turned on. Sucking and fucking in the dungeon of the Necromancer was not an event she would long forget. “That’s my secret. I’m always wet.”
Passion rose within her core, washing like waves over her. Ballsac’s cock was fully erect now, pulsing in her mouth. Would he actually come?
Ember grunted with each thrust. His cock filled her completely.
Just as Shar’dali reached the end of her power limits, Ember thrust deep and held, pumping his precious seed into her. Magical energy washed over her eliciting an orgasmic release that had her writhing and clenching. It was all she could do to hold on to her sanity amidst the whirling forces within and without.
Then Ballsac groaned and released a stream of man-seed into her mouth. She drank it in, delighting in the salty, musky flavor of the man.
“Enough, Shar’dali. I am renewed. Save your energy.”
She thrilled to hear Ballsac’s voice — once again bold, strong, and commanding.
“Someone, find me a sword!” His shout reverberated throughout the dungeon. “I’ve a Necromancer to slay.”
Next time, it’s off to face the Necromancer, but something wicked stands in their path. Click here for: Ballsac the Barbarian 5: Tentacled Thriller.
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