Ballsac the Barbarian 6: Honoring the Elf Girl’s Request.

In our last episode, Ballsac and his troupe defeated the Necromancer and sent his vampire queen running. Today, he has a debt to pay, and means to repay it in a most pleasant sort of way.

Tittili paced her chamber. The battle sounds had quieted over an hour ago. That didn’t mean it would be safe to enter the castle proper.

She’d barricaded herself in her room when she first heard the sounds of battle outside and no one had tried to force their way in. But win or lose, someone would eventually start searching the castle and she needed to be ready for…

What?

It wasn’t like she could fight off zombies or vampires that had been dispatched by the Necromancer to drag her to some unspeakable doom. And if Ballsac and his group won the day, they could assume anyone in the castle was an enemy. Either way, she was in danger.

She’d been taken as a slave by the Necromancer over a year ago, pulled from her family and friends and forced, under threat of being turned into a zombie, to serve the Necromancer’s needs. She’d done what she had to, to survive.

She gritted her teeth. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop now.

Her courage was shaken by a knocking at her door. “Elf girl, I know you’re in there,” a gruff voice called. “Open up.”

A whimper escaped her lips.

“Bah!” With a crash, the door was kicked in. A hulking half-orc stood in the darkened doorway. The visage of a succubus demon hovered over the brute’s shoulder.

Tittili crumbled into a ball of terror, hugging herself.

“Borg, you’re frightening her,” a soft, feminine voice said, then shouted, “We found her.”

The two creatures retreated.

Tittili’s heart beat hard in her chest as heavy footfalls echoed in the hallway outside approaching her room.

The form that filled the doorway was larger than even the half-orc, but it had a familiar face.

“Ballsac!” Tittili’s heart lifted. She jumped to her feet and scampered toward him.

He gathered her into his arms. “Little elf, how good it is to see you again. I had feared…”

His erection pressed against her belly through his rough loincloth. His lips sought hers with ardent desire. The kiss…their first…was warm, passionate, and all-consuming.

She melted into his huge arms.

She’d hoped…she’d prayed…but she’d never really imagined she would ever see him again.

Their moment in the dungeons below felt like a dream. She’d only done what she’d been instructed to do…and what passion had led her to attempt. He was so strong, so commanding…yet gentle and giving even while chained and starving.

He broke the kiss. “I owe you much, little one.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. Her heart warmed remembering his offer.

“If you only knew how much your…service…has meant to me. If, at a future date and time, I am in a position to repay this favor, be assured, I will. My thanks, fair maiden.”

Then her cheeks heated when she remembered her response. “Hardly a maiden, my lord. And I will freely accept your promise to quite properly fuck me, once the Necromancer and his foul concubine are dead.”

“They’re dead?” she asked.

The Necromancer is no more,” he replied, “but I’m afraid his Vampire Queen has escaped for now. Still, I am here at your service.” His lips curled up, broadening his smile. “Though I don’t hold you to any previous…commitments.”

Oh no. he wasn’t getting out of this. She still wanted him…and in the worst way.

“I will certainly honor my previous commitment.” She ran her hand down his bare chest, lingering on the corded musculature of his abdominals.

“Then the die is cast,” his smile broadened. Lust twinkled in his eyes. “Let the games begin.”

He hoisted her up into his arms. His foot kicked closed the door.

But the door only banged and slid back open because of the lock broken by the half- orc.

Ballsac paled. “I’ll have someone fix that.” Shifting her to one arm, he dragged a heavy chest in front of the door. “Borg,” He shouted.

“My lord,” came the answer.

“No one is to disturb me for the next…two hours.”

Tittili chuckled. “You believe you can last that long with me?”

Ballsac reveled in the humor and tenacity of the elf girl. He laid her on the bedding, then stripped off his loincloth. “We shall see, lovely one.”

His cock pulsed with desire, but this one he wanted to take slowly — give her every thrill he could. She’d shown him kindness at the darkest moment of his life, and he owed her much.

She swept aside the folds of her robes, revealing lush curves and wanton desire. “Take me, Ballsac.”

Oh, he would. “As you desire, fair one.”

He nestled beside her on the bed, pulling the peak of one of her perfect breasts into his mouth. His tongue laved and caressed the pebbled nipple and Tittili squirmed in delight.

As he suckled, he caressed her soft skin, gliding his fingers over the other breast, down past her navel, and into the dewy depths at the apex of her thighs.

She gasped as he slid digits along the damp folds of her nethers and fingered the hardening nub he found nestled inside. She was damp and ready, but he needed to taste her.

Repositioning between her legs, he dipped his head to run his tongue along her slit, then penetrating as deeply as he could to lap up the juices that freely flowed. The tangy taste of her had his head reeling. Elves had a certain flavor that brought to mind heavy dew in a lush, mossy forest. Her scent was musky, yet heady with floral overtones.

Moaning and writhing under his ministrations, Tittili laced her fingers into his long hair and pushed his face into her.

He feasted on her until she broke, crying out his name as her body trembled in climax. “Ballsac!”

He rose and pulled her into his embrace, holding her as she quaked in release. “Ride it, little one. Ride the wild wind.”

Slowly, she calmed. “You are quite good at that, my lord.”

“I’m happy you enjoyed it, my lady.”

By the gods, this was so much more than she’d expected. The climax that had washed over her still quaked within. Still, she couldn’t help wanting more. “However, I do recall that I requested that you quite properly fuck me. Do you believe you have met this goal?”

She couldn’t help the mischievous smile that spread across her lips. Reaching down, she took his erection in hand and stroked. He was long, thick, and hard as steel.

His grin broadened. “I certainly didn’t say we were done, woman.”

Once again, he took up a position between her legs. His tongue flicked over one of her tightened nipples as it dragged up her torso. Then he captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply as his cockhead prodded her folds.

What would it feel like to have such a monster inside her?

Tittili was far from virginal, but her experiences had been with lesser endowed men.

As if sensing her tentativeness, Ballsac pushed in slowly. She felt every ridge and vein as he slid into her. So big…so filling.

Her core clenched around his girth and he moaned.

He filled her completely, then began to piston. Each thrust became harder and more fulfilling.

Desire drenched her core. Passionate heat, beyond anything she’d ever experienced, filled her. As his pace quickened, her body came alive. A second, more intense orgasm built within, rocking her very soul.

A lusty sparkle filled his eyes and sweat beaded on his brow as he pushed into her time and time again.

A wave of passion rose within, crested, and battered down the walls of her resistance.

“Ballsac!” she cried out. “Oh, by the gods, yes!”

An orgasm of epic proportions rolled over her and she gasped for breath. His release came on the heels of hers. He pumped stream after stream of his seed into her.

The room spun; her head reeled. She’d never experienced a release so powerful before.

He collapsed on top of her but rolled to the side to prevent crushing her beneath his massive frame. “Woman, I am undone.”

He ran his hand through her hair and down the side of her face. “You are so beautiful. I would make you Queen of Kunt if you so desired.”

He’s going to stay and rule. It had been her deepest desire. And he was asking her to be his queen. A thrill trembled through her stomach. “I would be honored to rule Kunt at your side.”

His smile softened. “You misunderstand. I have no desire to be a king, nor do I have any designs on a throne. I would make you Queen of Kunt, the sole monarch, for I see you would be wise and strong for your people.”

“Me?” The sole monarch. Queen of Kunt. “Is such a thing even possible?”

He kissed her. “I will make it possible.”

Next time, Ballsac leaves Kunt and its new queen behind, heading on to new adventures. Join me for Ballsac the Barbarian 7: A dryad’s Passionate Plea. (Coming soon.)

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