“You really wanted the fuck?” he asked as he grabbed again, with similar lack of effect. “You weren’t lying so as to stall me longer?”
“Yes, actually. I knew it would not be feasible after our match was done, so it had to be at the outset. I thank you for a nice event. But now, alas, I must dispatch you.”
She caught his ears and yanked his head down toward her crotch. Prior heard a fart. He yanked back, getting clear.
“No you don’t, bitch!”
“Yes I do, man thing. You can’t pin me, but I can pin you when you get tired.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and leaped up in the manner of a cheerleader, her legs swinging forward. She caught his head between her plush thighs.
He found himself staring into her open cleft, from which a driblet of his seminal fluid leaked. It was a fascinating view; the hole had not yet quite recovered from the stretching he had given it. By similar token, his face was close to her cutely puckered rectum, which now loosened enough to blow out a small but potent fart.
Danger! He held his breath, put his two hands on her knees, and pried them apart. They dematerialized—but that cost them their purchase on him, and she fell down, barely righting herself before hitting the floor.
“Nice ploy, man thing. You made me waste a good fart. But I’ll get you in the end, ha-ha.”
Meanwhile the toothy lizard was slowly biting down on Tantamount’s nipple. He had to finish this soon.
He grabbed her again, and his hands passed through her again. It looked as if he were punching through her breast and out her back, then hooking down to goose her bottom from the inside. Meanwhile she was maneuvering to get that bottom into his face again.
She tripped him. Surprised again, he fell backward to the ground. She leaped on him, her breasts on his crotch, her thighs parting to frame his head. He saw her rectum loosen; she was about to fart, and this time she had him more securely pinned. Because wherever he tried to push her off, she had no substance. She was solid only where she chose to be, and that was in her ass.
Spire, I’m in trouble, he thought.
GOT IT, the Spire gouted.
It let out a windy fart. The demoness held her breath; Prior felt her soft breasts stop heaving against his belly. But this wasn’t the final fart; it was a fixative fart, nullifying her ability to spot dematerialize. Then Prior put his hands on her legs, pushed her over, and got out from under. Quickly he squatted by her now-upturned face and issued the coup-de-fart.
She was still holding her breath. There was a slight wind; it was likely to dissipate the gas before she breathed it. So he put his fingers on her ribs below her breasts and tickled.
“Eeeek!” she giggled, then took a breath, perforce—and popped out of existence.
Prior stood, relieved yet paradoxically also saddened by his victory. The demoness could have been a lot of fun, had she not been his enemy.
He went over to Tantamount. The lizard’s teeth were just starting to prick the flesh of her breast and nipple. He reached for it.
“Don’t touch it!” she said. “It’s primed to chomp hard when touched. That’s why I didn’t dare.”
He pondered briefly. “Get down,” he said. “I’ll have to fart it off.”
She sat on the ground. He aimed his rear at her breast. “Hold your breath.”
Then the Spire let fly with a small addendum. The lizard dropped off, stunned.
“Oh, Prior!” Tantamount said. “Thank you!”
He laughed. “I fart on you, and you thank me.”
“And now I’ll kiss you.” She stood, stepped into his arms, raised her face—and disappeared.
“Tomorrow at noon,” the Third Branch said grimly.
Chapter 24— Third Branch
The Third Branch demon was huge and muscular, but his penis was oddly stubby. “Now what am I going to do with you, cutie mortal, all night while I contemplate my vengeance on your puny man?”
“I suspect you already know,” Tantamount said with resignation. They were in his apartment, which was relatively spare; evidently this demon wasn’t much for residential comforts. She was holding Chance, and knew that again her baby was hostage to her performance.
“I’ll fuck you, of course. You have never had a phallus like mine before.”
“I haven’t seen one like yours before,” she said. “On a humanoid.”
She refrained from mentioning animals. He laughed, not at all insulted, and his stubby member jiggled in and out.
“Then I will demonstrate. Bend over so I can get at your hair-pie.”
She thought of resisting, but knew he would have his way with her regardless. Her recent experience with the demoness had shown her that it was possible to get along with these beings, if she was careful. Sex was nothing, really; she was fully experienced there, especially recently. She turned her back to him and bent forward, presenting her bottom as she glanced back at him.
The demon put forth a gnarled thumb and poked her vulva. “A bit small, but it will do for now.”
Then he brought his penis around and lo, it telescoped in the manner of a stallion, becoming much larger. He put the tip to her crevice, slid it up and down a couple of times, then set it at her vagina and pushed. It was now larger in diameter than her orifice, but that didn’t bother the demon; he simply shoved it in, dilating the opening. The member was still expanding, forcing her tube to expand too. This was, she thought, like birthing a baby, only in reverse, taking an oversized object in.
Then he came, and his hot fluid pressured into her, distending her even more. A baby wasn’t the proper analogy, she realized; a fire hose was. It squeezed out around the member and dripped to the floor.
He let it soak a moment more, then withdrew it.
“Like that,” he said. “Every half hour or so should do it. I haven’t had a mortal woman in a long time; I have some catching up to do.”
“I should think you would want to rest, so as to be fit for your duel tomorrow.”
“This is how I relax, babe. That and flying.”
“Flying? You have a magic carpet too?”
He laughed again. “Come here, honey cunt, you and your tyke. I will make another demonstration.”
“That isn’t necessary.”
“But I enjoy it.” He reached out and drew her in. He turned her around so that she faced away from him, his brawny arms around her waist. A thick strap appeared, which he passed down between her legs and up behind her and fastened somewhere.
There was a roaring sound, a gust of wind, and a peculiar odor. Then the demon lifted her, carrying her with him as he leaped toward the ceiling. No, he was flying up, somehow propelled. The strap between her legs jerked taut; she fidgeted, getting it less uncomfortable.
They flew out through a window in the ceiling, then rose above the castle. The roaring sound continued. She looked nervously around. She saw a jet of flaming gas below them; the demon must be wearing a power jet.
No, the flame was issuing from between his legs. From his rectum! This was a phenomenal extended fart!
“You are jet propelled,” she said.
“That I am, luscious tush. Want to know how this came about?”
Actually, she did; she had never imagined something like this. “Yes. It seems to be contrary to ordinary physics. The human system can generate only so much gas at a time; nothing on this order.”
“Humans are puny. I am a demon. I am not bound by mortal limitations.”
The castle was now far below.
“Of course,” she agreed quickly. “How foolish of me to forget. You are more than human.”