“A cave system!” she whispered back. “They might have trouble putting hidden cameras in there. We might be able to hide.” She wasn’t sure of that, but it was better than nothing. “They can see us in the dark, and would know where we go.”
“I thought about that. I can make an obscuring fart, so they can’t see us.”
She laughed, in a whisper. “How did you ever develop such a talent?”
“I didn’t. I have a—a device.”
“Ah, so you came to this realm prepared.”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go seek our cave,” she said. “While they think we’re indulging in sexual intercourse in the lean-to.”
“It may stink some. Try not to cough.”
She held Chance close and waited. She heard the faint hiss of escaping gas. There was an odor, not unpleasant, and the air around them seemed to thicken somewhat. The fart was taking hold.
They climbed carefully out of the lean-to and made their way upstream. There was just enough starlight so they could see; she hoped their accompanying cloud of mist prevented them from being seen.
Their guess was good: the stream emerged from the steepening slope of the edge of the gulf. Over the millennia it had widened its channel, and there was room for them to walk beside it. But there was no light at all in the cave. They would quickly get lost in it. Then Micro farted again, and this time the mist he issued glowed, faintly illuminating the cave. Truly, his farts were magical! They followed the meandering stream channel upward, navigating dark pools and rapids as necessary. They were bound to reach the surface some time, and then, with luck, they would be free of observation and could try to return to their own realm.
There was a figure ahead. It seemed to be a woman, clothed in diaphanous gauze, of unearthly beauty.
“Come to meee,” she called.
“I don’t trust this,” Veil said. But Micro was already walking toward the figure. He embraced her, kissed her, then bore her to the floor of the cave, which in that region was a cushioned bower. He was having sex with her already!
Then he wrenched up his head and looked back at Veil. “I’m stuck—in a—perpetual orgasm,” he gasped. “She’s a—a sexual vampire! I can’t quit.” His effort of free will exhausted, he returned to his long kiss.
A vampire! Veil figured it out: some vampires sought blood. Others were like deadly succubi, using pheromones to take over a man’s testes and prostate, forcing him to keep generating and ejaculating the seminal fluid on which they fed. Until the victims expired.
She had to stop this. But how? Once the vampire got a man’s member into her hole, she clamped on it so securely that if she were hauled away by brute force, she would rip off his penis in the process. She could not be persuaded to stop; she was a feeding mechanism. The accompanying kiss was the mechanism to feed in the pheromones, keeping him charged.
Veil reviewed her information, seeking an effective approach. Then she thought of something. It was truly weird, but just might work. She set Chance down. Even the baby had an erect penis in the present of this sexual monster.
She approached the vampire and put her face down by the thing’s head.
“I’m going to kiss you,” she said to it. Then she took hold of its hair and wrenched its face away from Micro’s face, breaking the kiss. Before the connection could be reinstated, she put her own mouth on the vampire’s mouth. But there were two differences. First, she was not a man, so the pheromones did not affect her the same way, though they did make her clitoris twitch. Second, she was not inhaling, she was exhaling. She blew her air into the lungs of the creature. She breathed in through her nose, and blew more air out through her mouth. When some leaked out of the vampire’s nose, she pinched it shut with her fingers, and went on inflating the body. The creature tried to struggle, but was locked on Micro and pinned under both him and Veil. It had very little play.
Veil continued to pump air into it. The vampire was not a regular person; her flesh was elastic, and almost boneless. It had no urethra or colon, only the business aperture, so there was no place to let the excess air out. The pressure was blowing it up like a balloon. It swelled, becoming fat, then rounded. Veil kept breathing, forcing ever more air inside.
At last the internal pressure was too great. Micro’s intruding penis was popped out as the rubbery hole inverted. He rolled to the side, and lay there, staring upward. He was out of it for now.
Veil removed her mouth and let go of the vampire. Air whistled out of its mouth. The figure skidded along the cave floor, propelled by the escaping gas, then disappeared down the cave, involuntarily flying. She focused on Micro. “Wake! We have to get out of here.” He lay there, moaning. A tired dribble of goo leaked from his subsiding penis. The pheromones had not yet cleared his body. She got another idea.
“Fart!” she said. “Magic fart. Fart out a nullifying gas. I know you can do it.”
There was a small hiss as his colon got busy. A sweetish gas spread around them. It quelled her clitoris, and soon the man’s penis shrank. But he remained too tired to move.
Well, that anti-pheromone gas was probably enough to keep the vampire away. She recovered Chance and lay beside Micro.
“You’re safe now,” she murmured soothingly, holding his head against her breasts. He recovered slightly.
“You saved me!”
“A little late,” she agreed. He laughed weakly.
“Just as I saved you from that pig a little late.”
“So we’re even now.”
“I love you.”
“You don’t even know who I am. I don’t know who you are. We can’t speak of love.”
Yet her heart was yearning toward him.
“My name—my name is Prior Gross,” he said. Veil froze. She knew that name. This was the man she hated. The discovery was like a bucket of ice water, chilling her dawning affection for him. What a despicable pass!
Chapter 17—Escape
Prior emerged from his orgasmic horror to find Veil cradling his head on her soft bosom. He loved her; he knew it now. The succubus had not been fooling about this being his ideal woman.
“We don’t even know each other,” she was saying.
“I am Prior Gross,” he said.
She was silent. Probably the name meant nothing to her.
“I fetched a magical instrument called The Spire, so I could rescue you. That’s what makes the magic farts. By myself I am nothing. So I can’t blame you for lacking feeling for me.”
“I have feeling,” she said. “Strong feeling.”
“That’s good,” he said, relieved, and sank back into sleep. He woke later, significantly recovered. He didn’t feel much like having sex for the next decade, but the rest of him seemed healthy. Veil and her baby were sleeping beside him. He let out another illumination fart and looked around. The cave was quiet except for the trickle of the stream. They had gotten this far; they could surely make it the rest of the way to the surface.
He went to the water and scooped up a double handful to drink. He felt depleted, but the water seemed restorative.
A figure appeared, walking beside the water. The vampire!
“Spire!” he said. “Blow her away!”
The Spire responded with a blast of gas. The vampire smelled it and fled.
Veil stirred. Her body was smudged with dirt, but she was a lovely creature. Even her baby was handsome for his age.
He still knew very little about her, but was sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and not just because she had saved him from the vampire.
He went to help her up. She brushed away his hand.