Ballsac the Barbarian 7: A Dryad’s Passionate Plea.
In our last episode, Ballsac repaid his debt to Titalli, and made her Queen of Kunt. Today he sets off toward the Penile Coast to rejoin his band. But danger and adventure await a lone barbarian traveling the untamed wilderness.
The Vaginal Fens of Brestnia were a steamy, moist, lowland bog filled with dark caverns, strange creatures, and dead-end pathways. Gnarled trees dripped with mossy vines that slithered even when the air was still.
Ballsac’s steed, an ebony stallion, bucked up on its hind legs, neighing loudly as the band of goblins broke from the underbrush to surround it.
Ballsac drew the broadsword from its scabbard on his back. “Begone, ratlings, or I shall skewer you and leave your guts to feed the local scavengers.”
“You is alone,” one bold goblin snarled, “and looks tasty. I name you…dinner!”
The other goblins, eight in all, screamed a bone-chilling battle cry and attacked.
Ballsac bounded from the saddle to land in the midst of the charging goblins. “By the moist nethers of Gemilda the giantess, I don’t have time for this!”
He’d delayed his departure from Kunt to bounce Titalli one last time. He’d planned to join his crew on the shores of the Penile Coast thereafter. But the elf queen had proven lusty and demanding during their last tryst, and Ballsac had fallen asleep afterward to dream of her sweet charms, awakening far past the time he’d planned to depart.
Ringed by the misshapen creatures, Ballsac slashed and parried, spinning to confront and battle back those goblins that attempted to close on him. It had truly never been a challenge. Most opponents attacking Ballsac with only an eight to one advantage would soon find themselves bested. And so it was for the stupid goblins, who soon lay in multiple pieces in the roadway.
Still, they’d managed to splash their blood all over him as they died.
The horse shied away from him as he attempted to remount. “You don’t like the stench either,” he said taking the reins and leading his mount toward a small lake a short distance down the road. “I’ll wash it off.”
He tied the horse to an elm tree by the lake and began to shed his clothing.
Inside the elm, Ivy watched the stranger strip, admiring his muscular backside and the impressive appendage dangling between his legs. This one would be the perfect solution to her problems…but would he be amiable?
She’d never done this before. She’d only just reached her maturity. But the fire ten years ago had destroyed the others and she’d been alone so long. It would be so good to have others of her type around once again.
The man rinsed out his stained clothing then hung it in the branches of her tree before plunging into the lake to bathe.
He is a warrior. I must approach him with caution.
Slowly she passed through the elm’s bark into the evening air where she assumed her solid form.
The sun was sinking behind the trees by the time Ballsac waded toward the shore. The swim had been refreshing, but he did need to push on. Ember, Shar’dali, Borg, and the others would be waiting for him in Fellatchio, a small fishing village on the Penile Coast.
As he approached the bank, something moved in the foliage. His horse nickered but didn’t appear upset.
A soft feminine voice spoke from the shadows. “I am not your enemy but I need your help.”
A willowy form stepped out to stand by the embankment.
A woman, or so it appeared, yet her skin had a greenish tint and her hair was made up of vines and flowers. She was naked, beautiful…alluring.
Ballsac’s cock rose to attention. “How can I be of assistance.”
“I ask only that you lay with me, as a man does with a woman to begat.”
Ballsac recognized the creature now. A dryad…also known as a wood nymph. They were usually docile creatures, though they could become hostile if their trees were threatened.
“You wish for me to fuck you?” he asked. It wasn’t the first time a woman had asked him that, but never a dryad. Still, he’d heard the legends.
Dryads were always female. They reproduced their kind by copulating with humans. The semen injected into a dryad womb would fertilize seeds the dryad produced. Those seeds could then be planted in soil and grow into trees that would each have their own dryad.
She nodded. “Lay with me and spill your seed inside me that I may plant a forest here and not be alone anymore.”
Ballsac strode toward her, pulling the creature into his arms. “Gladly will I fuck you.”
He palmed her firm breasts, running his thumbs over taut nipples.
“Oh,” she cried out.
He went to his knees before her, sucking one stiff peak into his mouth as he cupped the apex of her thighs.
“Please, be gentle with me,” she begged. “I have never…”
Ballsac pulled back. “This is your first time?”
She nodded. Innocence shown in her eyes. Perhaps she didn’t even know.
“Where is your tree?” he asked.
She indicated the elm.
“You know you need to be in contact with your tree when we do it, right?” At least that was what all the legends had said.
Her eyes went wide. She shook her head.
The tree was barely past the sapling stage, and there were no other trees about. How long had this poor thing been alone?
He gathered the creature into his arms and gently carried her to the tree. Pressing her back against the trunk, he slid his palm between her legs. She was wet and ready, but was she even aware of what was required of her?
“You are certain that this is what you desire?”
She nodded, though tears sparkled in the corners of her eyes. Her body trembled in his arms. She was scared.
“Do not be afraid. I will be gentle.” He guided her hand to his cock. “Touch it. Feel the texture and girth. Understand that it will be going inside your opening.”
She touched herself with her other hand. “Down here?”
He nodded. “It is through that shaft that my seed will travel into you.”
She swallowed. “Then it must be done.”
He grasped his cock and slid the head along her slick folds. “Spread your legs as wide as you can.”
She tensed as he pushed in, then her eyes flew open wide. “Oh…oh my…that feels…amazing.” Her mouth spread into a wide grin. “You will put your seed in me and withdraw? I almost wish there was more to this.”
Ballsac smiled at her. “There is.”
He partially withdrew to push in again.
“Oh, yes!” she cried out.
Deliberately holding back, he began to fuck her slowly against the tree. With each thrust she cried out.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “Yes, please, don’t stop!”
His balls tightened, ready to explode, he gritted his teeth and fought down the orgasm, holding out as long as he could for her.
Finally, he could hold back no longer. Crying out his passion he emptied himself into her, pumping stream after hot stream of cum into her.
An orgasmic storm rolled through her core. Ivy screamed her joy to the heavens. Wave after wave of passion cascaded over her. Inside she felt the warm liquid coating her seeds and the new life germinating as she quivered in the barbarian’s arms.
“Thank you,” she said as she released her physical form and melded back into her tree. “I shall never forget this moment.”
The dryad drifted through his arms and disappeared into the elm.
Ballsac’s head spun at what had just occurred.
As he pulled his damp clothing from the tree branches…her tree branches, he gazed around, trying to lock this location in his mind. He’d started something here and he wanted to return sometime in the future and see the results of this encounter.
They wouldn’t necessarily be his progeny, and yet they would. Tall elm trees and the dryads that inhabit them would now dot the landscape here. Something that he’d help start, would hopefully endure centuries past his death.
He mounted his stallion and continued his journey knowing a piece of himself was remaining behind.
Next time, Ballsac arrives on the Penile Coast, and the celebration begins, while two outcasts find each other in Ballsac the Barbarian 8: The Harpy and the Half-Orc. (Coming soon.)
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