Ballsac the Barbarian 5: Tentacled Thriller.

Shar’dali faces down a creature from the dark pits of hell.

In our last episode, Ember, Shar’dali, Borg, and their forces freed Ballsac from the dungeons of the Necromancer. The final confrontation beckons, but there’s an obstacle yet to be overcome.

Ballsac stood in the dungeon of the Necromancer, a free man at last. Power, gifted to him from Shar’dali, coursed through his body. It was time to face his greatest foe.

Borg handed him a broadsword. “It is an honor to follow you once again.” Then added under his breath. “The elf was really not up to the task.”

“I heard that!” Ember snarked.

Borg shrugged. “Damn elf ears.”

Ballsac chuckled. It felt like old times.

With over two score of warriors behind him and his trusty friends at his side, this time he’d be equal to the task of dispatching the Necromancer and freeing the people of Kunt.

Shar’dali followed Ballsac as they ascended winding stairways to the keep’s upper reaches, where the Necromancer’s apartments were. From time to time, they were met with a force of undead. Zombies, some little more than shambling skeletons, and vampires assailed them, but Ballsac and his crew made short work of them.

Shar’dali reserved what magical power she had left, staying behind the combatants for the most part. She doubted she’d be able to convince Ember to take a break from the fighting to fuck her if she ran low on magic.

On the keep’s third level, they entered a vast chamber, searching for the stairs up. The room was windowless, and gloom filled the void. A slithering sound issued from one dark corner.

Borg held up a torch, and in the wan lighting, tentacles writhed out of the darkness. “A tentacle terror!” He took a step back.

Shar’dali smiled. Her gut warmed. “I’ve got this. Borg, stay and keep that torch high so I can see. The rest of you, continue on.”

Ballsac placed a hand on her shoulder, his broadsword held at the ready. “You’re sure.”

Her smile broadened. “Oh, yeah.”

As Ballsac let the rest of his troops onward, she advanced toward the tentacle terror. “You want me, don’t you?”

A loud hiss issued from the gloom.

She loosed the fastenings on her robe and slid out of the garment to stand naked as the writhing tentacles coiled toward her. Two orange eyes emerged, in a large, bulbus head. A gaping maw filled with ivory fangs hissed once again.

The thing resembled the giant octopods found in the Cerrillian Ocean near Pubus that were the plague of the Nambian Buccaneers.

Shar’dali held her arms wide, surrendering to the beast.

Borg grunted. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“I am in no danger,” she replied.

Almost anyone else would have been swarmed, violated, and torn apart by the creature, but Shar’dali was a succubus. This creature had no chance against her powers.

Warm and slimy. The tentacles slid over her body. Two wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and covering the tips with the sucking cups on their undersides. Another wrapped around her waist, pulling her up off the floor.

Others wrapped around her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide in preparation of a further invasion.

Did the creature wonder why she didn’t struggle? Did it have any reasoning at all, or was this merely instinctive behavior?

One thick, slimy tentacle slid along her stomach to the apex of her thighs to rub against her folds.

“Yes, that’s it. Take me, beast.”

It slid inside her, filling her, stretching her wonderfully.

Her core clenched around the appendage, its slick slime meshing with her natural lubrication as it slid deeper.

The tip of the tentacle wrapped around her waist, slithered down the crack of her butt, probing and prodding. When it found her asshole, it began to wiggle its way inside her.

Sensual waves washed over her as the creature began to work both openings, sliding in and out of her. The cups on her tits sucked hard, adding to the erotic stimulation and triggering an orgasmic release that rocked her body from head to toe.

“By the demonic hordes of Manchebulain! Yes!” she shrieked.

A coil wrapped around her neck, then filled her open mouth. The pressure increased as the creature pulled harder and slid deeper into all three of her orifices. This was the moment most of the creature’s victims succumb to its power, and Shar’dali reveled in the nearness of death.

Did that make her as evil as the Necromancer?

Perhaps. She was, after all, a demon.

As her head spun toward the darkness of death and her body trembled in the aftershock of orgasm, she activated her innate abilities as a succubus.

Instantly, she began to leach the creature’s lifeforce. Pulsing energy cascaded into her, filling her magical energy pool and giving her strength.

An unholy screech issued from the creature. It untangled it’s tentacles from her and attempted to extract those within her body, but she held firm, clamping down with tooth, pussy, and ass.

Tentacles flailed, batting at her, but with her renewed magic, Shar’dali created a protective bubble with a mere hand gesture. The Tentacles bashed against it, but she never felt any impact.

Then the tentacle terror began to shrivel. Its tentacles turned gray and crumbled to ash. In only seconds, the creature was reduced to nothingness.

As Shar’dali bent over to pick up her robes, she shot a glance at Borg.

The half-orc stood with the torch held high, and his other hand holding his swollen cock. Cum dripped from the tip into a puddle on the floor.

He shrugged. “That was the sexiest — ”

Shar’dali shook her head. “You’re pathetic.”

After dressing, Shar’dali followed Borg up the winding stairs, where the sound of intense battle became louder as they climbed. They broke out into an open chamber on the top floor of the tower.

Ballsac and his troops fought a horde of zombies and vampires.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” the Necromancer shouted from behind a wall of zombies.

“Well, I guess you never claimed to be smart.” Ballsac swept the zombies aside with the flat of his broadsword, then brought the weapon to bear on the Necromancer.

The evil wizard’s eyes widened as Ballsac drove the blade through him. Instantly, every zombie in the room fell to the floor, a corpse once more.

“No!” the vampire queen cried from across the chamber. “I will kill you all.” But she and the other vampires in the room transformed into bats and fluttered out the windows.

Shar’dali cast a ball of fire at the bat colony in flight. It exploded amidst them, scattering bat parts, that became people parts, as they fell from the sky. Still, some of the bats escaped, fluttering beyond the range of her spell-craft.

“Hopefully, you got the queen,” Ember said, coming to her side.

“Doubtful,” Ballsac said as he stepped over to the window to join them. “She’s one bad bitch.”

“But we won,” Borg added from across the room, raising a cheer from the others in the room.

“Yes, we did win.” Ballsac’s grin widened and his eyes sparkled. “And now I have a debt to repay a certain elf girl.”

Next time, Ballsac owes someone a debt he means to repay in a most pleasant sort of way. Click here for: Ballsac the Barbarian 6: Honoring the Elf Girl’s Request.

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