Ballsac the Barbarian 6.2: The Trapper and the Trapped.

A crescent moon rose over the tree-lined horizon, glimmering among a host of stars. It would have been a glorious night to soar over the treetops.

If only…

Gods damn it!

Emma, in her bat form, banked toward the west…toward Phallic Manor, Greyson’s hidden retreat nestled in a hidden valley between the Boobage Peaks. She needed to get there before the sun rose or lose a whole day hiding from the damnable sunshine.

Her colony followed close behind.

Vampire Queen! The title now felt like a mockery. A week ago, she’d lorded over a colony of fifty-six vampires as a true queen. Thanks to Ballsac and his crew, her colony had been decimated, now numbering a mere five.

Smoke billowed out of a cottage chimney at the edge of the great forest west of Kunt. Flickering light shown through grimy windowpanes with shadowed movement beyond. Someone was home. The isolation and small size of the cabin gave Emma a sense of safety. This might be just what she’d been looking for.

She needed to feed. The whole colony did or they’d never reach Phallic Manor.

Emma landed, transforming into her human form right before touching down in front of the cabin’s front door. She made a hasty tear in her dress and roughed up her hair before knocking at the door.

It was one of those galling conditions of being a vampire. She couldn’t enter a residence unless she was invited in. Once in, she could invite the rest of her colony, but she’d have to bluff her way inside if she wanted the meal that was living inside the cottage.

The door opened on squeaky hinges. “What?” a brute of a man inquired before he’d even cast eyes on her.

The scintillating scent of death filtered out into the evening air. Animal death. Beaver, wolf, and bear. Emma caught view of animal traps hanging on the walls beyond. The man had to be a trapper.

“Please, sir,” she said, bowing her head. “Help me. I’ve nowhere else to go.”

The burly man opened the door fully. Towering over her, he smirked as his gaze traveled up and down her body. “What ‘cha doin’ way out here?”

“M…my caravan was ambushed by goblins.” She took a gasping breath of air, though she didn’t need it. “I think I’m the only one who escaped.”

He held the door open wide and gestured her into the cabin. “Enter, my lady, but know that there will be conditions upon your staying.”

Conditions. She chuckled inwardly but kept her visage inscrutable. The man had invited her in. He was already hers. Still, she did love playing with her food. “What conditions, my lord?”

He shrugged. “You are a beautiful woman. I am a man living alone in the woods, long denied the delights of the bedroom. I’ll be plain. I would greatly desire to bed you, and if you stay, the temptation to force you to my bed may become overwhelming.”

“You would force yourself upon me, sir?” She batted her eyes at him. In the light of the oil lamp on the table and the raging fire in the fireplace, the man cut a sexy silhouette. The idea of being forced into this man’s bed held great appeal.

“It is only fair that I warn you. I am not a civilized man, to be sure. One such as you, here with me at night…well, you might consider yourself safer in the forest.”

Such a game the man played. Little did he know whom he was playing with.

“And what if I gave you what you desired?” She fingered one strap of her dress off her shoulder, letting the fabric fall to reveal one of her breasts. The nipple was already peaked tightly with desire.

The man’s eyes widened. “My lady. You tempt me beyond my control.”

She pushed the other strap off her shoulder and her dress skated down her body, leaving her completely naked. “Well, I do hope so.”

The bulge in the man’s pants promised a very healthy sized member.

He swept her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, dropping her onto his bed. As he doffed his shirt, she couldn’t help but admire the intricate array of tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. Her mouth watered as her gaze swept down to his rippling abdominals.

If Grayson couldn’t perform after his resurrection, she’d need a replacement for the Necromancer in her bed. This man would fill that bill perfectly providing the bulge at his crotch held true to its promise.

In any case, the man would make a delectable vampire, and she needed to expand her colony as quickly as possible.

Desire overtook her. She’d been too long without a man. “Take me now,” she begged. “I need you.”

Loosening the ties on his breeks, he drew them down.

Emma sat on the edge of the bed salivating as the man’s erect member became visible in all its glory. Large — larger than Grayson’s — and heavily vaned, the cock pulsed with desire. Its tip glistened with precum.

“Suck it,” the man demanded.

Little did he know that sucking was one of the things Emma did best.

She slid off the bed and onto her knees on the floor in front of him. As his musky man-scent filled her senses she wrapped eager fingers around his shaft and, licking her lips, took the man’s cock deep into her throat.

She fought the temptation to extend her fangs. What would it be like to bite a man down here and drain him right when he was on the edge? Would he still cum?

She’d need to time things carefully.

The idea of what she was planning to do sent a charge through her core. The inspiration had her dripping with desire. She slid one hand down between her legs, finding the epicenter of her passion and stroking it as she took the man’s cock deep again and again.

With her other hand, she cradled the man’s balls and felt them tighten under her manipulations.

He was close.

As he slid out, she lashed his spongy cockhead with her tongue.

“By the gods, woman,” the man groaned through clenched teeth. “I’d hoped to bed you properly. But you have me at the edge.”

Yes. Yes. Give it to me.

The trapper was about to become the trapped.

At the first spasm — the first gush of cum in her mouth — she took him deep, extending her canines as she went. Nose deep in his hairy crotch, she bit down. At the same time, she cast her spell of enthrallment.

“Ugh!” the man went rigid all over as she began to drink deep. Blood mixed with cum, and the rich banquet of flavor slid down her throat.

An erotic tremor rippled through her core. Never had she felt so…alive!

She plunged two fingers deep inside her slick slit, clutching herself tightly as an orgasm washed over her. Quake after sensuous quake rumbled through her as she drank deeply of his essences until, at last finally completely sated, she released him and fell back.

As her spell diminished, the man crumbled to the floor.

Emma panted hard, her head reeling with the all-consuming experience. Why had she never tried this before?

Worry niggled in her gut. Would the man survive? Would he turn or die? She needed every new member she could in her colony.

But she’d also needed what the man had just given her. His lifeforce, his essence.

Power surged through her as she rose, then stooped to pick him up and lay him on the bed.

Blood still leaked from his groin, but his eyes were open. “What…have you done to me?”

Yes, this one was strong. He would survive. He would make a powerful vampire. And he’d be completely hers to command.

“Sleep,” she said to him. “You will wake stronger than you’ve ever been…and you will live forever.”

She left him then, striding to the cabin’s front door where she found her colony waiting.

“Enter my family, one and all,” she invited them in. “A meal awaits you in the bedroom.” They were all famished. “But I warn you, drink sparingly. Only a sip. If you require more, seek it in the animals of the forest. He must survive the turning. We need him.”

And she did want that wonderful cock inside her at some point as well, especially if Grayson didn’t make it, or couldn’t perform after his resurrection.

She leveled her gaze at each and every one of them so they didn’t dare disobey her and drink too deeply on the trapper. “Take care of him. Teach him our ways. Then bring him with you to Phalic Manor.”

She eyed the dark skies through the open doorway. Hopefully there was still enough night left for her to reach Grayson’s retreat before sunup.

“Do not fail me!” She threw them one last warning before changing into her bat form and fluttering into the star-filled sky.

There’s much more coming in Ballsac’s story. Stay tuned for all the action.

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