Ballsac the Barbarian 9: To Ride the Wind.
In our last episode, Borg found a mate in a broken tower on the outskirts of Fellatchio. Today, Ballsac takes on an orgasmic challenge.
A league west of Fellatchio, in a hidden cove on the Penil Coast, Ballsac crouched in the tall reeds, waiting. If Borg can do it, so can I.
Flying wouldn’t be the hard part. Falling would. So, I just need to avoid that part.
Waves washed against the sandy shore and the midmorning sun shown brightly in the near-cloudless sky. The briny sea air wafted off the ocean. In the distance, gliding over the ocean, he spotted the mare.
At least he hoped it was a mare. If it was a stallion, things were about to get awkward.
Gliding on black, feathery wings, the pegasus flew closer.
Ballsac crouched behind the shrubbery, waiting for his opportunity to spring. He’d probably have to sprint toward it. Hopefully the equine would land close enough to be taken by surprise.
The winged horse landed on the shoreline, splashing through the shallows and trotting up onto the sandy beach. To Ballsac’s surprise, it trotted right up to the bush he hid behind.
Ballsac held his breath as it sniffed about. As it took a bite out of the leaves, he sprang up onto its back.
The pegasus reared back, wheeling its hooves against the air and neighing loudly.
Tightening his thighs around the animal’s torso, Ballsac grabbed tufts of the creature’s mane, preparing for the ride of his life.
The pegasus leapt into the air, flapping its wings. “Foolish human,” the creature shouted.
Over the next several minutes the equine soared, banked, bucked, and spun, trying to disengage its passenger, but Ballsac held on with all his strength.
With a grunt, the Pegasus landed. “You have passed the first part of the test, mortal.”
Ballsac leapt from the creature’s back. “You would be a powerful steed.”
The Pegasus snorted. “Do you believe me broken?”
Ballsac knew better. “A pegasus can never be broken. They accept their rider or they don’t. I am not so naive to think you will ever be mine. I simply request a partnership for an adventure. Will you join me?”
The creature began to morph, its form condensing into a dark humanoid shape which was blessedly feminine. Thank the gods.
With sleek ebony skin and wavy black hair, the female sported high, perfect breasts with dark, peaked nipples. She was dark and beautiful, from her glimmering black eyes to her long shapely legs. “You understand that this partnership must be reciprocal.”
He nodded. “I am prepared to do my part.” Which, if the legends were to be believed, would not be unpleasant, nor anywhere near as dangerous as the first part of the test.
He threw off his loincloth and stood boldly naked before her.
Her gaze traveled down his chest to his throbbing cock and her smile broadened. “As you have ridden me, it is only fair that I ride you.”
She drew close, lacing her fingers into his long hair and drawing his mouth to hers. Her kiss was passionate, filled with desire.
Ballsac’s cock pulsed with need, pushing between her legs — the head gliding along folds already damp with passion.
The creature’s tongue probed, tangling with his. She would be dominant, he knew, and he let her take the lead.
She broke the kiss and leveled her gaze at him. “On the sand. On your back.”
He nodded. “As you wish, my lady.”
He’d brought a blanket, just in case, and spread it on the warm sands, then laid down upon it. “Might I know your name, my lady?”
The pegasus/woman straddled his hips, staring down at him. “I am known as Mnemi.”
She crouched and as she descended, Ballsac guided his cock into her. She was slick and ready, easily pushing down to the hilt on this shaft.
And thus began her ride.
On her knees over him she rode his cock, up and down, slowly at first, then picking up the pace.
Ballsac reached up to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the pebble nipples. “Do you like that, Mnemi?”
She pounded harder on him. “I do. It feels…Ohhhh!”
She gasped as a ripple of passion passed through her so powerfully, Ballsac could feel it vibrating his cock.
He gritted his teeth, fighting back the release that threatened. It was important to give a pegasus everything one had, to recruit it to your cause.
But Ballsac was up to the task. Though his balls tightened and cried out for release, he held back the storm, letting the orgasmic ripple flow through her.
“You have stamina, human,” she grunted. “I like that.”
He broadened his grin. “I’m just getting started, my lady.”
He bent up, drawing her breast to his mouth. He sucked and teased the nipple ruthlessly with his tongue.
“Oh my,” she gasped, and began pistoning on top of him once more. On the down-sweep, she ground her groin into his, pushing him deeply inside her.
Ballsac’s head whirled in passionate delight. Once again, release threatened, and this time, there’d be no holding back the tide.
“Arghh!” he cried out, pumping jet after jet of hot jism into her.
She pushed down on him and found her own orgasmic release, trembling in his arms.
Sweat-soaked, she collapsed into his embrace, gasping for breath. “You have indeed won me, mortal,” she said. “Take me where you will and I will be your mount in battle against any foe.”
An hour later, Ballsac was dressed and Mnemi had transformed back into her equine form.
He leapt to her back and she took off. The flying was easier now that she wasn’t trying to throw him off. There would be no need of bridal and saddle, though he doubted if Mnemi would allow them in any case.
Below the waves of the Penile Coast shimmered in the bright sunlight. Ahead, the town of Fellatchio came into view.
A large, three-masted sailing ship rested in her harbor and smoke came from the buildings.
Too much smoke!
“Fly fast, Mnemi,” he shouted, pointing at the people gathered on the beach. The clash of swords filled the air. This wasn’t a social gathering. Fellatchio was under attack.
He drew his sword and prepared for battle.
Next time, Fellatchio is invaded by pirates. Can Ballsac and his crew save the village again? Find out in Ballsac the Barbarian 10: Demonic Desire. (Coming soon.)
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