Ballsac the Barbarian 6.3: Rezz-Erection

The shadow-drenched form of Phalic Manor came into view over the forested ridge just as the Sun peeked over the tree line. Emma, in her bat form, dove for the open window on the lowest level. One wan ray of sunlight hit her wing, and it smoldered as she shot to the side, into the darkness.

Switching back into the human form, the vampire shook her smoldering forearm, trying to cool the burn.

Damn the Sun. Would a few early clouds be asking too much of the dark gods?

Not that she’d ever prayed to them — just acknowledging them was dangerous enough. But the gods of light and love certainly wouldn’t do anything to help her either.

A stairway spiraled down into the underground vault where Grayson kept his phylactery — the jar where he’d stored his soul a decade ago. If the Necromancer had properly prepared everything, when he died, he’d be resurrected into a new body.

And then, he had died. Damn Ballsac and his crew. Kunt had been conquered and its citizens had slowly been filtering into Grayson’s zombie army while Emma had been able to pick the cream of the crop to add to her vampire colony. Another month and they’d have had an army large enough to lay siege to Cocksheath, in the north.

Now, they’d have to start all over. And that was only if Grayson survived his resurrection.

He’d died three days ago. The enchantment required he spend those three days in Purgatory. Then he would rise…hopefully…and if all went well, he’d be resurrecting any moment now.

Down the spiral staircase, in the sprawling dungeons below, she located Grayson’s vault.

Her eye was instantly drawn to the phylactery — a glass vessel filled with a viscus, green, slime. The jar now pulsed with energy. Something was working.

More containers hosted various body parts preserved in formaldehyde on shelves ringing the chamber. From these, the enchantment would pull the necessary biological material to reconstruct a body for Grayson.

A five-pointed star had been boldly drawn in blood on the flagstone floor. It glazed over and began to bubble as Emma watched. A spiderweb of eldritch energy suddenly blanketed the chamber, and she stepped back toward the entrance doorway to avoid contact with the glowing enchantment.

Above the web, a body began to build. Bones, internal organs, muscle, and sinew all grew from nothing in the center of the chamber within the bubbling crimson pentagram.

She watched in amazement as a face — Grayson’s face — built out of the skull. It was happening! But would the thing be alive?

Flesh flowed over the body like lava from the fissure of Mount Cunnilingus, covering a dense structure of muscle. More muscle than Grayson had displayed in life. Broader shoulders, a trimmer waist, and rippling abdominals.

True, it had been a decade since he’d stored his soul in the phylactery and she hadn’t known him back then. Could this be what he’d looked like ten years ago?

Her eyes were drawn to the apex of his thighs. By Xeen’s impressive flow!

The member that materialized there was decidedly larger than Grayson had ever hosted. As she watched in fascination, the man’s cock pulsed and grew even larger as it became fully erect.

She glanced up the body to meet Grayson’s eyes. They were open.

A smile spread across his handsome face. “It worked. I’m back, my love.”

“And better than ever, I see.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch once again.

He chuckled. “So, you like the upgrades?”

She moistened her dry lips by dragging her tongue along them. “Upgrades?”

“The sorcery that resurrects my body allows for some modifications, as long as I have the proper body parts available in storage here. Rest assured, the man whose cock you are now gazing at, no longer has any need of it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And you’re fully functional?”

She sure as hell hoped so.

“Even though I am…technically dead, I can assure you that my body started pulsing with desire the moment I opened my eyes and found you here.”

He pulled himself to his feet and spread his arms wide, stretching. “The rest, we will have to test. After all, I’ve never been dead before.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. “And for the record, Purgatory is hell. Three days there felt like three years.” He hugged her tightly. “I have missed you greatly.”

She wrapped hungry fingers around his generous cock. “I’ve missed you as well.”

Sliding her thumb over his cockhead, smearing the generous amount of precum that had already seeped from it, she could only imagine the feel of this huge instrument sliding inside her.

Still, she doubted she’d need the extra lubrication as she was already soaked down there with excitement.

He maneuvered the shoulder strap of her dress down her arm, exposing her left breast. “So lovely,” he hissed. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

As his thumb skated over her tightening nipple, she shrugged off the other shoulder strap and let her dress slither down her body to the floor, leaving her completely naked for him.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Take me right here on the floor.” Even the cold flagstones wouldn’t cool the passionate flame that burned inside her.

Grayson growled, locking his lips onto hers and kissing her ardently.

She melted in his arms.

Breaking the kiss, she ran hungry fingers down his rippling abdominals as she sunk to her knees before him. She needed to taste him — take him into her mouth and worship this incredible phallus.

One hand wrapped around his shaft, and the other cupping his balls, she ran her tongue over the spongy head of his incredibly stiff cock.

“You tempt me already to spill seed in your mouth,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “I will resist the temptation.”

She chuckled. “Please do. I want you deep inside me when you cum.”

She took him as deeply as she could into her mouth and down her throat, yet there was more of him than she could handle. His scent was a musky blend of pine resin and spice that recalled orgies under the stars and other debaucheries.

She pulled back, gasping for air. “You…are so big!”

“Too big?” he queried.

She smiled. “Never.” She lay back on the icy floor. “Take me.”

The gleam in his eyes sent tremors through her core. “With great pleasure.”

He fell to his knees between her legs, then ran the moist head of his cock along her slit. As it dragged over her clitoris, another erotic quake rippled through her.

Yes!

“You are mine,” he shouted to the heavens as he pushed into her. “You will always be mine!”

He took her slowly, inch by inch. So thick, she felt every ridge and vein as he slid into her slick channel.

As he pushed to the hilt, he palmed her breast and bent down to capture one taut nipple in his mouth. His teeth closed on the tender bud, causing her core to clench in delight. “Oh, Grayson!”

Then he pulled back, to the point that only his cockhead remained inside her. “Mine!” he reiterated as he thrust back into her.

“Yours!” she gasped as he attained her depths once more.

With a steadily increasing pace, he pistoned, plunging deeper with each thrust.

Passionate energy coiled inside her like a hissing snake, ready to strike out. She gritted her teeth against the overwhelming orgasm that threatened. She’d hold it off as long as she could, riding the wave of passion that built as he fucked her.

Then, with an unearthly cry on his lips, Grayson seated his cock firmly into her and began to pump his seed deep inside her.

“Ohhhh!” She released her hold and allowed the orgasmic wave to wash over her, rocking her to her core. Tremor after epic tremor quaked through her as Grayson emptied himself into her.

He was back, and better than ever. Nothing could stop them now. He’d decimate the surrounding countryside building a new army of zombies while she cherrypicked the best slaves to add to her vampire colony. They would retake Kunt, and eventually own the sprawling metropolis of Cocksheath as well.

With Grayson at her side, his powers now greatly expanded. The world would soon be hers.

Note: this is the last of Ballsac’s missing chapters (for now). Stay tuned as I continue where I left off with Ballsac the Barbarian 11: Siren off the Port Bow. (Coming soon.)

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