“Oh, Prior,” she said, rushing into his embrace and kissing him. “It was awful! She changed into a tigress and threatened me!”
“And licked your vulva,” he said.
“You know?” she asked amazed.
“She kept the walls translucent so I could see. She wasn’t threatening you so much as warning me.”
“Oh, of course.”
“How come you’re out here alone?”
“Believe me, she’s watching. She knows I can’t escape; she’s got Chance.”
That figured. Tantamount would not go anywhere without her—their—baby. So the branch knew it was safe to let her out for a while. Yet it seemed unusually generous of the demoness to give him even this much joy of the woman he loved. What was she planning?
Still, whatever the catch, he was glad of it. “She didn’t—do anything to you?”
“No, just frightened me. Actually none of them have been really bad, except maybe the First Branch, who let me think I was escaping.”
Her body moved seductively against him.
“How could you think that?” He stroked her shapely bottom.
“He let me sneak out and steal a magic carpet. I flew to your friend Smellie in Nude-on-Toilet, and she agreed to help me. Then it turned out the carpet was the demon; I had not escaped at all. He made me sit on his spike all the way back.”
“His spike?”
“His big phallus formed in the center of the carpet and penetrated me. I had no choice. So I nursed Chance. The demon called it suck and fuck.”
“Oh.” He hated to admit it, even to himself, but that sounded sort of sexy.
“The Second Branch was actually nice to me. The Third Branch demanded sex every half hour, but apart from that he left me alone. The Fourth Branch left me alone, after that first scare. We had an interesting dialogue, and I learned some things. The door was open when you came, so I came out to meet you. But she couldn’t let Chance come with me.”
Prior nodded. “I can’t figure why she’s letting us have this time together. There’s bound to be a catch.”
“I think she wants me to distract you so you aren’t properly prepared for your encounter with her.”
Prior looked at the watch he had won in a farting match. The hands looked like penises, and the numbers were the spread legs of eager women.
“We still have five minutes until noon. Is it okay to—?”
“Yes, Prior, yes!” she breathed, melting against him. Then she tugged him to a soft section of the ground and drew him down with her.
He had her skirt up and his eager member in her without delay. She kissed him, facilitating it. She was hot and slick, completely ready for his entry.
“Oh, Tantamount!” he said as his passion surged.
“Oh, Prior!” She wrapped her bare legs around him, clasping him close. He thrust, and thrust again, climaxing powerfully, and she spasmed with him. Then, as the last of his semen flowed, she wrapped her arms around him, tightened her legs, and suddenly squeezed him so tight that the gas in his colon ripped out in a loud fart.
“What?” he gasped, surprised.
“Got you, lover,” she said, and morphed into the demoness.
“It was you all the time!” he exclaimed, dismayed.
“Yes, idiot. And now you have no fart for me.” She disconnected, slid out from under him, spun in place, spread her legs, and let fly a deadly fart to his face.
Prior’s gaze went blank as his body went limp. She had caught him right when he was inhaling.
“You thought I would just let your wench out to give you joy? You should have looked that gift ass in the mouth.”
She peered at him.
“You’re down but not out; I’ll have to finish the job.”
She got to her feet, straddled him, squatted right over his face, and let a second fart directly into his mouth.
He put his two hands on her two buttocks and shoved her forward. Off balance, she flopped down on him, her face plowing into his crotch.
“You faker!” she cried.
He blew out a formidable fart. It caught her in the face before she could turn it away. She tried to hold her breath, but he stabbed her crack with a finger, reaming her hole and forcing a gasp. She had to inhale—and she was gone.
He sat up as she dissipated into mist and floated away, like a cloud of spent gunpowder.
Tantamount—the real one—came from the castle, carrying her baby. “Oh Prior, I thought she had beaten you!”
“Not quite,” he said, standing up. “The Spire made an immunity fart so that I could withstand her effort for a while, and of course it never runs out of gas, so I was armed when she thought I was farted out.”
Then, womanlike, she was angry. “But did you have to fornicate with her like that? You looked as if you really enjoyed it.”
“I did,” he said. “I thought she was you. I forget about her being a shape changer. Until the end.”
“Oh. I forgot she assumed my likeness. In that case, I forgive you.”
She reached out to him—
And the Fifth Branch interceded.
Chapter 26—Fifth Branch
Tantamount found herself and Chance in the top stage of the castle, which now was the ground level. Before her stood the dread Fifth Branch, the final and most formidable demon guardian of the Spire.
This was definitely male, a full-grown eeg seven feet tall with a two foot long perpetually erect penis. It was reminiscent of a crossbreed between a griffin and a goblin, with more than a dash of devil, with snaggle tusks projecting from where its mouth wasn’t, a hooked beak without nostrils, saberclaws on its hands and feet, barbed wings, and a spiked tail. It had metallic upthrusting animal ears with serrated edges, and bright red eyes that looked painted on. Overall, it was the most horrendous creature she had seen in some time.
He—this grotesque thing was obviously male—stepped toward her. She retreated, affrighted. The monstrous phallus jetted a taffy-colored string of gism that splatted across her free arm and hip. She tried to brush it off, but it clung elastically, binding her arm to her side.
Tantamount was not stupid, particularly about penises. She realized that this was a weapon of restraint, so the demon could render her helpless without otherwise harming her. She was imprisoned here anyway. So she got smart, and negotiated.
“Demon, don’t tie me up! I need to be free to care for my baby.”
She lifted Chance with her other arm.
“I know I am in your power for a day, as I was with the four other Branches. I got along with them, and I can get along with you. Leave me free, within this chamber, and I will do whatever else you want, without trying to fight you.”
The demon paused, considering. Then the massive phallus swung grandly around, like a nuclear cannon, to orient directly on her.
“Please!” she cried. “I’m pretty sure all you want is sex, and it looks impossible, but maybe it isn’t. The Fourth Branch was a shape changer; she was teaching me how to do it, and I was learning a little. I can’t change into a tiger or a bird, but I think I can modify my body somewhat, slowly. Maybe I can make my vagina big enough to accommodate you, so you can have sex with me. I’ll even pretend to like it. I’ll kiss you and make ecstatic groans. I doubt you have had full sex with many mortal women. Just let me be free.”
The phallus made a correction of azimuth and shot out another gout of fluid. It splatted on the taffy that was pinning her arm—and the taffy dissolved, freeing her. The demon had understood and agreed!
“Good enough,” she said, giving Chance a last nursing and setting him down in the nearby crib for a nap. “Let me focus. I can’t do it instantly, but in a few minutes there should be progress.” She concentrated on her vagina, willing it to grow.